I was one of several older cats whose owner passed away. For weeks I hid with my face to the wall in my foster home, not liking to be around the new cats. My foster mom moved me to her bedroom, alone, and I have gradually become more active and friendly, and now only occasionally swat if I don't like something. But I'm older and have been through a lot so that's ok! I sleep with and seek out attention from her at night. I'd make a devoted companion who is happy curled up somewhere , following you around, and enjoying our time together with many good year's remaining...