Haggred is another shelter adoptee. At 27 pounds, this 7 year old Siberian can lay his head on my shoulder while his tail flicks around my knees.
A very independent guy, he was the terror of the shelter. He figured out how to open latches and doors, and every evening would let all the cats in the shelter out to roam the building. You can imagine the destruction that caused, especially in the offices! The staff would leave in the evening with everything as it should be, only to return the next morning to find shelves and desktops cleared and cats everywhere!!
He was found as a stray by a woman who tried to keep him inside. When he constantly fought with her other cat, she decided to bring him to the shelter. We adopted him 3 months later. His first few days here he layed low, watching the household from under beds and couches. After a week, when he seemed comfortable, I let him outside for the first time. He immediately ran up a tree!
He didn't want to come in. The evening routine at our house is to call each of the cats individually from the back door and let them in before bed. I called Haggred every night. It wasn't until the 4th night that I went to call the cats, and there he was sitting on the back porch waiting. A little bit of a scare, but I understand this guy needs to be allowed his independence.
