There is a formerly feral kitten sitting in my lap purring while I scratch her head. She’s still very jumpy – like, don’t scratch her chest even if she offers it. But she’s come a long way.
I wish I could trust her to sleep with us upstairs, but she’s not quite ready to leave the kennel for long periods of time. We had an adventure earlier when she was out with me and decided she wanted to be under the Christmas tree. The resulting attempts to recapture her resembled my mouse adventure last week.