I took Misha in as a feral. She was about 2 months old. It was a little while before she learned to trust me, but she immediately fell in love my German Shepard puppy. They were best friends. She did learn to trust me, but no one else. I was the only one who knew her real, sweet personality. RIP sweet Misha. This picture was taken on her 20th birthday. She passed just before her 21st birthday.