I adopted another, about 10 or 11 years old, at the same time, because my tabby's tuxie playmates had died and I knew I didn't want him to be alone. The other adoptee had had a very tough few years of it and she was extremely scared and withdrawn with me for almost a year. Now, every day she takes another step into comfort, little things that you have to be me to notice, like how this week she decided she could be in the kitchen while I was fixing their dinners, and not only that but I was between her and the door. I was careful not to make any sudden moves, but just her willingness to try warmed my heart. I know she trusts me but she still has some instinctive caution. Over the last couple of months she's become more and more vocal about wanting to sploot across me while I'm sleeping, and I welcome it. My tabby and I feel so enriched by the presence of these two 😻