Peek-a-boo, I see you. It’s me, Sereina, and I’m almost nine months old. I’ve tried adapting to shelter life, but just when I think it’s “safe” to come out, some fast moving human with a vacuum comes whizzing by and I gotta run for cover. Usually by the end of the day things quiet down considerably and I come out for a good stretch and some quality time on the windowsill. If only I had a windowsill of my own—that would be the perfect life for me.
