When I adopted him, people warned me: “Bengals aren’t the cuddly type.”
But I didn’t care. I wasn’t looking for perfect, I was looking for real.
He didn’t trust me right away, but day by day, he let me in.
Now? He leans into me when he’s sleepy. He follows me room to room.
That look in his eyes? That’s not just instinct — that’s love. The kind we built together.
