Swing Time, 1936
This reminds me of how my kitty Oscar was when we first adopted him. Clearly whoever had him before had abused and traumatized him. He was a devil cat. My husband and I were living in a loft and I can remember waking up in the middle of the night with Oscar staring at me from the bookshelf above the bed like he was going to eat my soul. We couldn’t walk by him without him taking a swipe, or in my husband’s case, mauling his calves. The cat was attacking our other kitty too…. it just got really out of hand. Strangely, the moment my husband said out loud that he had to go, Oscar had a radical change of demeanor. Fast forward 2 years and he’s the most loving little snuggle bunny ever. True fact.
He still likes to bite Paul’s ankles though.