Bessie has lived her entire life in fear.
Well, maybe that’s not entirely correct, but she’s at least lived her life just on the edge of fear. She can go from relaxed and happy to tense and terrified in a split second. She’s not just scared of people who might try to hurt her. She’s even scared of the one person in the world who’s fed her and taken care of her for two and a half years — me.
I wrote about Bessie’s sister, Molly, last week. You can read that story if you’d like, because most of it applied to Bessie, too.

Going through old relics tells me I’m still same person I used to be
You’re wrong! And if you don’t agree with me, you’re an evil, lying moron
What if ‘the Good Old Days’ were never as good as you remember?
Feral cats and hurt people both require trust and patience to heal
Modern obsession with ‘hot girls’ teaches everybody to be shallow
With millions jobless, U.S. companies struggle to find skilled workers
Bride is 89 and the groom is 86,
Watching a friend’s happy family makes me feel pangs of jealousy