I named her Sydney. She had a quiet night. She ate all the dry food I put in there. When I got up this morning, I gave her more food. I put my hand in the trap (yeah, I'm brave, but I know a feral when I see one and she is definitely NOT) she hesitated a little bit but let me skritch her on the head. Hey, I'd be scared too if some BUTTWIPE, BRAINDEAD, IDIOTIC SCUM OF AN IRRESPONSIBLE PET OWNER dumped me off in a box with my kids in the middle of nowhere to fend for myself.

She was out there for 2 weeks on her own looking for her babies. *sigh*

It's almost 8 a.m. right now and although I'm tired from working last night, I'm going to head to the shelter with Syd and get her tests started.

I'll post more when I get home to take a nap.