My little Gracie....always following me.....always at my feet. It wasn't always that way. You see, Gracie was born a feral cat, outside in the elements, untouched by human hands....until I was able to catch her at 6 months old, far outside the normal window for rehabbing any feral to domestication. It took countless hours and many, many long months of building trust before I finally heard my first purr from her....the rest, as they say, is history. This little girl is now part of the fam! Little Gracie-girl!
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