I found her under my mother’s porch as an abandoned, hungry, frightened 5 week old kitten. At that time, I was able to fit her entire body in my hand! I was several states away from where I live, so I took her to the vet to get checked out. After she got a clean bill of health, I brought he back home with me. This was almost five years ago. We quickly became best buds! She is oftentimes not very nice, especially to strangers but I chalk it up to pediatric PTSD and I love her all the same.
Oh, yeah. That makes sense. I never actually thought of that but that is a very solid answer.