She's a complicated old girl, Around sixteen years old. Scared of footsteps and loud noise. She scurries away when the dog barks. Her nickname is the Ghost Cat, Because she's rarely seen by anyone. Her only human is my mom. She follows her around And sits by her when she can. She ignores me, the cat person. My mom says she would be much happier If she could trust more people. Clearly, she doesn't agree.