Franklin is very pet aggressive. He jumps up in the air to get you to pet him, he is so starved for affection. The one thing I have learned about pet aggressive cats is eventually they start biting the hand that is petting them. I need to work with him with my artificial hand, one I rigged up with a stuffed glove taped to a piece of pvc and see how far he goes before he does attack. I also got him a calming collar.
But here he is in all his Golden Glory:
He used to have a home – whether it was affectionate and he loved it, or apathetic and he was lonely, who can say. The poor guy.
If anyone can tame the beast, it’s you!