I’m 26 and have had Kiara since I was 7 years old. She was an instinctive critter, knew when people were going to do wrong to me and when they were good. I was a mean ass 7 year old and didn’t know any better yet she still would sleep with me at night, every night. She’s been thru every one of my moves and only once had to be away from me for a month due to a domestic situation. She was an intelligent and silly girl. Not fond of other cats but it took a 3rd cat to convince her that the cats weren’t all assholes. She lived a great life once I left my parents. Fed better food. Cozy beds, windows all around, some places had balconies and she’d sleep out in the sun. Her temper was short. But never with me. I could be a little rough with her and she’d still purr and choose to stay around me. I loved her very much.