The tale of Scrappy

I never seem to acquire any of my pets through normal means and the tale of Scrappy is no exception.
Three Sundays ago I spotted a little ball of fluff that looked remarkably like a kitten running past the patio window of our front room. Unfortunately, by the time I got outside the black fluff-ball had disappeared.
Fast track three days and my hubby came in to tell me that he’d found the kitten outside hiding under a pile of scrap. After much coaxing the kitten was eventually cornered and brought into the house.
The poor thing was only about five weeks old and I was 99.9% that there was no mommy cat about so it meant she’d either been dumped or her mommy had abandoned her. So we took her in. Over the next week she sat petrified in the corner of the cage just watching us.
Oh, how things change. She’s now a devil-worshipping-foot-ambushing-dog-mauling-monster.
But she’s gorgeous. And when she stays still long enough I'll post a photo.