From the get-go, Mitzi was the shy one. Trixie, her sister, was always the more daring one as they grew up, and Mitzi looked to her for guidance and defense. Mitzi was also a little more wild than her sister. She'd be the one growling when she got food (it took a while for us to break her of that habit), and she'd be the first to dash away at the first sight of a stranger or a sudden move from us. With time, she grew to know us and trust us, but never trusted others.
Mitzi now lives with Trixie and my grandmother in the countryside of Romania.