He came to me all flea-bitten and with ear mites (which were quickly taken care of), and he tore through the house like a little gray devil. He didn't like being petted or picked up and refused to sit on my lap. Brandy, on the other hand, had been very sedate and affectionate. At first, I wasn't sure if this was going to work out. But Scout still lives with me in my apartment. He is an amazing jumper and sometimes does back flips off the sloped ceiling when chasing a laser beam. His other favorite pastimes include shredding paper, knocking things off of tables, and refusing to do anything I say. He still hates being picked up or held, but he does sleep every night at the foot of my bed and sometimes he lets me pet him for more than a second. Scout is a little bit of a monster, but he makes me laugh and keeps me company, and I do love him.