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      Cats are known for their excellent balance. When cats walk, they move both left feet, and then both right feet.

      But a few days later, Frank reached down to pet Atticus. The cat wrapped both paws around Frank’s arm and bit his wrist, hard. Blood spurted from the wound. Frank’s arm swelled, and his hand felt numb. Candice washed and wrapped Frank’s wrist. This was serious.

      She and her husband had worked with Atticus, but he was getting worse, not better. Atticus would have to go back to the animal shelter. He would have to be labeled a biter to warn families with children who might want to adopt him.

      The next day, Candice put Atticus in the cat carrier. She drove to the animal shelter. But she didn’t go in right away. In the parking lot, Candice cried. All her life, she had rescued cats from shelters and given them good homes. Now she was taking one back. In his carrier, Atticus looked around quietly. Most cats hate riding in cars. Often, they meow pitifully. But Atticus hadn’t made a peep.

      Candice got out and took Atticus inside the shelter. The director hurried over. Candice explained that she was bringing Atticus back because he wouldn’t stop biting. The director looked at Atticus. “Hmm,” she said. “Black cats aren’t very popular, but he is very cute.”

      “Really? I love black cats.” Candice said sadly. “I wish he didn’t bite.” The director told her the shelter didn’t have room for Atticus right then. She suggested Candice bring him back in three days.

      Back home, Atticus seemed to change. He became the sweetest cat. He didn’t break anything. He didn’t scratch or bite. He purred like a motorboat in Candice’s lap. She couldn’t believe he had changed.

      When Frank came home from work that evening, he saw Atticus. “Weren’t you taking him back today?” he asked. “He’s been so good,” Candice said. “Maybe driving him to the shelter scared him.”