9 months ago, Jagger was locked in a cage in the back room of his shelter with warning signs to use gloves when feeding and changing his little box. He'd been there for 4 months because they couldn't calm him down and no one would take him.

Enter two suckers who were like "Awww, poor Jagger!" And now look at him! He flops over for belly rubs! He cuddles on the couch! He tries to play with my floss while I embroider.

What are your fluff fluffs up to?