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Originally Posted by Now_Rudi
One of my close friends is the same way. I have to put Hamilton outside when he and his wife come over to the house. It's also somewhat hysterical that Hamilton loves him. He gives two shits if anyone else comes over and couldn't be concerned with their presence, but if Nathan comes by he wants to be right on top of him. I personally think they can sense when someone is allergic and in their ever psychopathic sense of cat humor just want to push them over the edge.
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Exactly! My wife had a cat when we first met. Lulu. AKA "Satan." This cat would shred anyone who looked at it. Of course it took a liking to me immediately. I'd spend the night at her place occasionally and would often wake up to find Lulu draped over the top of my head like a hat, fast asleep on my pillow. I'd be itching and sneezing the rest of the day.