I wonder what my cat was like as a baby. I wonder if she was as shy as she is now, back then? Who was she and what happened to her? How did she end up at the animal shelter.

Honestly, I don't think that I'll ever find out. How would I? I don't know who owned her before her stint at the shelter, I don't even know how long she was there.

All I know is that I have a beautiful, damaged cat living with me. She stares at me with those big green eyes, and I see years of truth and suffering living in them. She is almost human, with her expressions, and her countenance.

I love her more than anything.

My Silje.