Here is a peek into my morning routine with Justice Grey. I imagine that his life before me was hard because he bears the scars, literal and figurative. At first he was extremely resistant to being touched, being close, being held. With persistence, constant gentle touching, softly spoken words of affection, never raising my voice in anger and a lot of treats, he has slowly opened up to me. One morning I was sitting on the chaise part of my sofa taking my supplements and Justice came up and curled himself between my legs and I had to take a photo.