Larenti has become a permanent fixture on the patio. Rare is the time when she’s not out there. A great deal of her initial fear of people has disappeared when she’s around me, although she does on rare occasions still react with something akin to panic when I move my hands unexpectedly. It startles her in a way that makes clear she was abused by someone before she was thrown out to fend for herself.
I do intend to adopt her. It will take more time, and there is always the fear she carries some communicable and untreatable ailment that will pose a risk to the rest of The Kids. Should that wind up being the case, I will have to alter my plans to bring her inside—but I won’t alter my plans to adopt her. However, such an outcome would create a plethora of issues when I finally move away from Dallas. But one step at a time. . .