I have a pet cat who is called Tyson.
Two years ago when I lived in London, we decided to buy a cat. So one day we went to a rescue home to buy a cat. We chose him (many people make this mistake) because he was the only cat who would play with you, and besides, who wants a half-bald cat?
We brought him home and decided to let him sleep in my room. At first he was paranoid and hissed and scratched a lot but then he came to like us and often begs for a scratch be hind the ear. But still he is a hunter. He can hear a bug in the next room and catch it.
Tyson is a good cat (most of the time.)
P.S. I will not talk about animals as much from now on.