Say hi to Lemmy, Lionel!
I once dated a girl who had the tiniest little kitten. Like half the size of this kitten.
But for some reason, the kitten hated men. Our theory was that after the girl I was dating leaves the house, and her mom leaves the house, that her stepdad was doing something abusive to the kitten.
So it would hiss at me whenever I came over.
I picked her up, and put her in my open palmed hands at she hissed and hissed until she got tired, and fell asleep in my hands. Then she purred and purred, and 10 minutes later she woke up and hissed some more.
We ended up breaking up, so I never got to gain that kittys trust. I miss that little furball of hate.