Sally decided she really hated one of the cats in the community room, Bucca, and would viciously attack her as often as possible. All the staff had water bottles by their desks so we could be ready for a Sally attack. Eventually even being squirted with water didn’t deter Sally, it just made her even more angry. Sally got so bad with some of the cats in the room we had to put up a divider, so Sally couldn’t get to the back part of the room, and those cats were safe from her wrath.​ When the staff left for the night we would crate Sally, to make sure all the cats were safe while we were gone.

One day, while I was walking through the community room, Sally came over and started rubbing on my legs. At first I just stood there, waiting for the attack, but it never came. From that day, Sally always rubbed on my legs, and eventually let me pet her a little without Sally taking my hand off. Progress. Over the next few months Sally and I bonded. For whatever reason Sally decided I was her person, and I was the only one she would listen to. It got to the stage where I could stop her from attacking other cats and people simply by saying “Sally, NO!”. She would immediately stop what she was about to do, and run over to me. I was the only one who could get her to go into her crate at night, I would just point and say “Sally, in” and in she would go. The staff would tell me they had such a fight to get her in to the crate when I wasn’t there.