Look at who I found outside of our boxing club today.
After the four-person, 30 minute rescue to save her, I couldn't just let her walk away by herself so I brought her back into the club and she hung out in my bedroom the whole day.
Originally I had her in a box with a blanket and some milk but she proved to be quite the independent little adventurer and so she found her way up onto my bed.
Ever since my first run-in with a Korean street cat that proved to be more like a leeping tiger with fangs ready and willing to sink into my head, I'm really not a cat person. Through in the fact that I'm not exactly a baby person either and, well, I'm a hard one for the felines to get to.
She's super young, sports sniffles and is now familyless... that's rough so the least I could do was be nice.
When she and I first met, she was super mean to mean and I had to wear worker gloves to even try to handle her without risking being scratched to death but, as you can see here, by the end of the evening her purring was on overdrive as was her drooling and sneezing.
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