The first time I saw Miss Winnie, she was jumping out of a dumpster with an ant covered chicken bone, just trying to stay alive. After a few months of daily feeding. she tamed down. As soon as she came indoors, she was in heaven to have a home. It was awful to hear her crying and see that little face staring out of the carrier as she disappeared into the back of the vet's office for shots and spaying. Back home after a day and night, she will not let me out of her sight. Preferably by being in my lap at all times.