Meh, just happens this way sometimes. I couldn't leave her there to get run over or killed by the local ferals or stray dogs that hang out there. There was no way in hell I would take her to our local pound - it's high-kill, she wouldn't stand a chance. I couldn't stand the thought of her going into the one run by our animal rescue group either, she needs socializing. So that kind of left Option Me.
As I type, she is in my chair with me attempting to get me to play with her. This mostly involves climbing all over me and batting me with her sharp little claws. Then I pet her, she purrs, and another round begins, lol.
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What a cutie! And she doesn't look a bit scared now. :-)
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