I got this bloody cat, his name is Stewart and he, like all my cats, is a former trash connoisseur. Someone had been cruel to him in his past and he'd shy away if I went to give him a stroke, and if he saw me carrying a broom he'd just bolt. Anyway I've had him about ten years now and by keeping my interactions with him very smooth and gentle, he's now confident enough around me that I can't get him to leave my sandwich alone.