Hi, I'm Lisa. I want to be honest with you about who I am and where I come from, because I think you deserve to know, and because I have come too far to pretend.

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I was found in Varkiza with a serious wound on my neck. I had two months of surgeries and vet visits and bandage changes and procedures that didn't work the first time and had to be done again. I have a small permanent opening at my right jaw where the wound couldn't fully close — it needs to be monitored and cleaned with saline occasionally if it gets irritated. I have a shadow in my left eye that doesn't seem to affect how I see. I am FIV positive and FeLV negative. I arrived at the shelter on January 25th, 2026 and was spayed the next day. That is the full picture, and I am not ashamed of any of it.

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When I arrived I was feral. I hid in a carrier inside my crate and I did not come out. People frightened me. The team here was patient — endlessly, quietly patient — and for months I simply watched them and decided nothing. Then one day someone offered me treats and reached out slowly and I let her touch me. And something happened that I did not expect: I started purring. I made biscuits. I rolled over. I had never done any of those things before, as far as anyone knows, and they came out of me like they had been waiting a very long time.

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I am still cautious. Sudden movements startle me. Loud noises put me on edge. If you approach me too fast I will retreat, and if I get overstimulated during pets I may swipe or give a very small warning bite — nothing serious, just me telling you I have had enough for now. I will always move away before I escalate, so if you pay attention I will tell you what I need.

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What I love: wand toys, string toys, catnip to rub against, chin scratches on my left side, my igloo bed where I feel safely enclosed, and watching the other cats through the bars of my cage while letting out the soft little meows I have only recently discovered I have. I eat wet food and I have strong feelings about Churu and yoghurt treats.

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I need a calm home. A quiet one. Someone who will not rush me, will not expect me to be a lap cat immediately, and will understand that the version of me that purrs and shows her belly and meows for attention is real — she just takes time to arrive. She is worth waiting for. I know this because I have met her myself, and she surprised me.

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Microchip number:

990000014526668