MY MOTTO: "Put on your cute face and you can get away with anything!"
My name is Rocky. The name really fits me since I was always ready for a fight. (Or more correctly, a bite!) You see, my former humans, and I use the term loosely, gave me to a shelter because - you won't believe this - I was "too friendly"! (Since when is "too friendly" a personality FLAW?) I have a feeling that my friendliness was not reciprocated with kindness since I developed an intense fear of keys and brooms. It seems likely that the latter had been thrown at me and the former used to "shoo" me away - or worse! So, they actually did me a favor and gave me a chance to be placed in a LOVING home. After several months of TLC, I learned to trust again. My new humans were careful not to jiggle keys in my presence and the broom was used only for sweeping. As for the biting? Well - after I realized that THEIR outstretched hands meant gentle caressing and not abuse - I stopped! Oh sure, I still like to get in a little nip now and then but after all, old habits die hard. Most of the time I'm a real pussycat! And quite a handsome one, if I do say so myself!
