William is a rescue cat. He was found in a shed by an old lady who fed him and let him live there until she moved away. Then she alerted a cat charity and asked them to take him in when she moved. Nobody wanted him because he was older, had a dodgy front left paw, a bitten ear, arthritis in both hips, walked like a pimp and has about as much charm as Alan Sugar.
When I got him he had never lived in a house, had never had a his own Human owner and was very self contained. He regarded me frostily from under the bed when he first moved in and sneered at any attempt to pet him.
He fell in love with my duvet and my TV, but not me
He swipes you with a paw when he wants attention and rarely miaows. He has no idea how to show affection.
He now greets me in the morning and purrs every now and then. He shows me he cares in his own special way
He'll high five me with either paw as soon as I get close, grab whichever hand he can and bite the nearest finger. Except it's not really a bite. He just sucks your finger, or knuckle or thumb because he only has 3 teeth. Then he sits back and grins and does an odd kind of purrgrumble.
His breath is foul of course, so you have to go and wash your hand, finger, or knuckle afterwards. I swear I can see him tittering on the sofa (where he spends most of the day) afterwards