A neighbor brought over a silver haired couple who were looking for a kitten. The weather was cooperative, sunny and warm, and the cats, although house raised, have been allowed to go wild. They ran toward people. I'd caught the best-tempered kitten, Two Faced's son by The Italian Stallion, Tiger White, and held him for ten or fifteen minutes, reminding him how "tame cat" felt. He got along well with the woman, but her husband did not even want to hold him.
I told them if he didn't work out, I'd take him back. They'd come prepared with a crate and off he went.