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| Before I knew he would be striped and grow soft curls. |
The first day we met he was not shy coming out of this wicker basket carrier. The breeder met up with me at a vintage store in St. Josephs as I was not allowed at the actual breeder's site. When we started our roadtrip, he didn't want to be in the carrier and mee-lowed for me to hold him; so I took him out and let him curl up in my sweatshirt pocket. He looked quietly at me for a long time and eventually he fell asleep until we reached the slow traffic in Chicago. He was observant when awake and pretty well-behaved but only because he was so curious about everything. He had no curls nor sign of stripes at this point and resembled a weird piece of raw chicken. It was strange at first, but not gross. He already had a lot of personality from day one.
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