I had a part Absynnian cat, an adopted country stray, big orange tabby who had a water resistant coat and didn't mind rain. When I first got him, and took him for his vet visit, he wrestled to stay out of the carrier, a real tussle, but when I'd finally resigned myself to carrying him in hand, I realized he'd never tried to nip nor unsheathed his claws. As my dad commented, a real gentleman. One time I had him slung across my shoulder and some long-haired tattooed biker looked over my pet cougar, grinned and gave me a big thumbs up.