Andy hates to be held…!
My very first kitty, Freckles the grey tabby, was a rescue kitty. Though her life was short – she died after an operation to spay her – she was well beloved here.
When I brought her from the shelter, I let her explore her new home for as long as she wished, then I picked her up and put her on my chest. She began to purr a very loud purr from such a tiny kitty! It relaxed me I guess because I fell asleep in the recliner with my kitty on my chest. An hour or so later, I woke up. She was still there, purring!
My only photo of Freckles, taken with a webcam.
I suppose I expected all kitties after that to be “Freckles-esue”, loving to be held, but the second kitty, Louie the ginger tabby, was the last one to like being held.
Louie was a great kitty!
No, when I got the Persian kitty boys, Dougy and Andy, I found out these supposedly friendly Persians didn’t like to be held! Shock of shocks! And both were so “floofy” and huggable, I, of course, craved holding them!
Here’s that photo of Andy being held again:
Notice how I am holding his hind paws to keep him trapped on my lap. See how his body is twisted as he tries to escape the terrors of being held on my lap and “wuvved”! At some point, I just loosen up my grip and let him “Escape the Unpointy Torture Claws of Entrapment” because, well, he hates to be held!
Let him have some control, my thought is, then he will finally relax and just lie there on my lap. I’ve been trying to get this across to him – and Dougy – in his time. No change.
Andy (foreground) and Dougy.
After being pretty much Andy’s whole life for the time past Dougy’s death and his food, play, health needs, companion with Dougy for the first nine years of their lives, from kittenhood, I hoped a day would come when Andy would relax and enjoy being a lap cat!
I still try to hold Andy from time to time because I kneed that from him whether he needs it from me!