Couldn’t lay a hand on her for 10+ years. Now she knows
I’m not throttling her when I hold her this way.

A year ago she lived in the rafters of the garage. Now she lives in the whole downstairs. And on rare occasions she lets us bring her upstairs, where the deerhound lives. Is this not a miracle? She’s fourteen now. Survivor of five other cats and three other dogs. She wants to be loved. We do love her.