Allegro, AKA 'Stealthcat', was my husband's before we married. He has the uncanny ability to discern a single nanosecond of inattention to an open door and astounds me with his crafty escapes.
My earliest memory of Allegro was when Pete took me to his apartment for the first time-I'm not sure how I knew he wouldn't hurt me, but I just did. I scooped him up for a quick kiss and a long squeeze - and then noticed the expression on my date's face. Sheer horror.
I suppose it IS a bad outcome if your kitty disfigures the woman you are hoping to seduce. Not only does it significantly decrease your chances of getting lucky, but there're the hospital bills to consider as well.
Happily for me, Allegro took it all in stride. Now, almost 7 years later, I consider him my step-cat, and if we ever got divorced, I would sue for visitation. While he undoubtedly still belongs to Pete, I am occasionally honored with a request for attention and a wonderfully loud purr as my reward in response.