Now that's a point! My parents had a cat named Annie. (Lost her last year to a nasty sarcoma.) She was an inside/outside cat who lived to an old age (they live in the country.)
Anyway...I never was able to touch Annie or even see her really. "Skittish" would be a vast understatement. Once upon a time she was like that with everyone but my mother. As she got older she became a lap cat but only with either my mother or father. In fact, she would meow at my father and lead him to his chair so she could get in his lap and be loved on. Perhaps she too had realized a good deal!
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