Hjalmar, who had always been very attached to me emotionally -- he claimed me as a kit the first he saw me and we couldn't refuse him then he always remained just a possessive of me -- decided that he HAD to mate my calves when he got lympho of the adrenal. That was complete with holding tight with his paws and the typical "neck grip" right into gastrocnemious. He never bit before at all, and he never bit once he was treated but when his hormones went kafluey with the adrenal growth I could not kneel down near him. [Posted in FML issue 2841]