Last night, Seymour hung out with another cat for the first time since I got him from the shelter in 2010.

The other cat tried really hard to make peace. He never made a sound or tried to strike. When Seymour moved to a different hiding spot, he slowly closed distance. He quietly listened to Seymour freak the fuck out, growl and hiss for about five hours. 

I’m proud and ashamed that my social skills rubbed off on the guy.