For years, my grandmother had a cat that we almost never saw, other than a quick flash of white as she tore off into another room whenever we visited. This cat hated people (with a valid reason, unfortunately). It would never come out, and I personally really wasn’t even too sure of what it looked like.
Fast forward a few years, and I am now watching over the cat. No one really believes me how much Sheeba has changed, especially now that she’s back in familiar territory. She’s not the same anti-social kitty at all!
It’s especially difficult to type this blog post with a cat who is sprawled out on your chest/neck/face… still purring like crazy.