Thanks everyone!

I really do think she was happy...in fact I know she was. Once she was inside, she never, ever tried to get out, not even in her early feral days. She rarely even sat in a window. She chose the darkest room to hang out in, she chose her chair, and that was
it...that was
her chair!

She clawed the heck out of the wooden arms, but I never minded. She loved that chair so much that I knew she was just trying to make it "hers".

It was my honor to give her almost 5 years of comfort and happiness.
