store—they had found her in the parking lot, cut up and burned and hurt—she went under my bed and stayed there for months. she would come out at night to use the litter box and eat, but other than that i never saw her. then one night she crept up next to my head and curled up, purring—i just lay as still as i could, hoping she would feel safe. she went back under the bed in the morning, and it took a long time for her to be as sassy and social as she is now, but since that first night she’s been in her same spot every night 