I have just arrived home with Molly. The poor little lass
did not enjoy getting into the carry basket that I had provided, however, her
foster carer finally managed it. She was amazingly good in the car,
occasionally peering at me through the side windows provided in the cathouse,
but not otherwise objecting or apparently being too unhappy. I suspect she was
terrified, but have no way of actually knowing.
When I opened the door of the cathouse, she did not
immediately make her escape but dawdled in the doorway for a few seconds. She
then came out, skirted the walls of the room in which we are sitting, and then
disappeared into the darkest corner, where she is still crouching, watching me with
what I suspect is suspicion. I was told that I must let her come to me, so I am
ignoring her, but talking gently under my breath in the hope that this will
help to calm her. I dare say she will come out when she gets hungry or thirsty.
In the mean time I am just happy to have her here. I am sure
that we are going to be very good friends.
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