The little work stray is now letting me rub her belly and scratch her chin. From feral to friendly in less than two weeks. I am magical. (And willing to plop canned food in the bowl twice a day.) She is definitely nursing babies...wish I knew where they were. Time's a-wastin' in the tamin' game!
In other news, I was a bit premature with my announcement that Mr. Ordinary had given up. He called last night. I didn't hear the phone ring--I have no idea why; I was home--but he left a message. I should just cut him loose, I suppose, but he's so nice. "I hope I'm not disturbing your rehearsal." (I told him I was doing a show this weekend.) Sigh.