A face worth stopping for.

In the shelter’s words · excerpt

I am the kind of cat who has to be sure. I am Blissy — black as midnight, quiet as a held breath — and I do not give my trust away. Not because I am broken. Not because I don't want connection. But because I understand that real tenderness is something you build, and I am not willing to cheapen it. Right now I stay small. I find my corner, my safe place, my silence.