Hello, my name is Ophelia. I'm 10 years old, and for most of my life, I didn't know what it meant to be a cat. I spent my life inside a metal crate, tucked away, with little human interaction. The only real contact I had was when food was placed near me by quiet hands. No toys, no windows to watch the world from, no laps to curl up on. Just the sound of my own thoughts and the passing of time. Because of that, I'm still learning what it means to feel safe. I'm not used to being touched, and sudden movements or loud noises can be very scary for me. I might hide at first. I might not want to be held. But please know-it's not because I don't want love. It's because I've never really had the chance to understand it. I use my litter box faithfully, but if it gets too full, I might go outside of it. I like things neat and predictable. A clean box, a soft bed, a quiet corner-that's how I feel secure. I'm not a lap cat (yet), and I may never be one. But I do dream of a peaceful home with someone who sees me not for what I am now, but for who I might become. Someone patient, kind, and cat-savvy-who will give me space when I need it and gentle encouragement when I'm ready. I've survived a lot, and now I'd like to learn how to thrive. With time, love, and a soft place to land, I hope to bloom in my own quiet way. If your heart has room for a gentle soul like me, I'll be waiting.
