I'm still having work done in the house and my construction guy said as I walked in the door from running errands "All your cats have been good, even the wild one". (He was talking about Creamsicle. I can't imagine why he'd call her that, my little counter top hopper. ) This just goes to show ya that CH babies are NOT hopeless cases. Nothing stops this little girl. If someone had told me when I first rescued her, as bad as her CH was then, that she'd be called the wild one of the bunch, I'd have said they were crazy. She loves Rich, my construction guy. She follows him around while he's working. He was building a shelf in my kitchen and she got up on the chair and kept head butting the back of his leg until he stopped what he was doing and petted her. Rich said "This cat doesn't get enough attention". I said "Oh please, she's got you conned, that's all". Her little head whipped around as if to say "Hey, I heard that!"