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Tri-Pod was a stray cat in my neighborhood that was in bad shape, he evaded every attempt I made to trap him and get him to a vet. Tri-Pod wanted nothing to do with people; once I was finally able to bring him to a vet it became apparent why. He had been abused over time and was either abandon or escaped. He was so afraid of people, he couldn’t be brought to a shelter for adoption, so I started to try and become his “person” to see if he would trust me in time. Each step took months, allowing me to touch him without cowering or running away, staying in the apartment overnight without panicking, letting me pick him up without struggling or biting, willingly coming home each night. About seven months ago he jumped on the table and head-butted me, I picked him up and I heard a soft rumble, for the first time, I heard him purr. I listened to him purr for a long time; I thought this is it, after two and a half years we have gotten through all the steps… together.