Mr. Sweet & Cuddly has a dark side. Losing track of the number of times he’s bitten and scratched me in less than a day. He clearly does have a stimulation limit, and it varies from one moment to the next. I wasn’t even touching him and he leaned forward and bit my arm. Not a love bite. He’s going to be like that Russian kid whose adoptive mom in Tennesee shipped him back. I might have to call him Damien. Though I’ve got another name in mind now that would serve aptly.