The Megara Song

[shannon_a]

The room is quiet like a tomb,
We've locked up our little guest feline.
It is her little pleasant womb.
To the corner she always makes a beeline.

Me-garrrr-a, Me-garrr-a,
She hides behind a chair.
Me-garrrr-a, Me-garrr-a,
She's hardly even there.

Yellow - Like a scaredy cat,
Gray - Striped like a tiger.
She acts like we're constantly saying scat,
She think we're aliens like Geiger.

Me-garrr-a, Me-garrr-a.
Still scared out of her wit.
Me-garrr-a, Me-garrr-a.
You poor frightened little kit.

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No progress. After quite a bit of exploring when Kimberly hung out with her Friday night, we've had tropical storm Hone approaching and it's been gusting winds across Kauai. That level of wind still frightens our orangies, let alone the little girl who is clearly still scared witless from her time at the Humane Society.

The Humane Society had initially said that they might want her back in a week if we weren't ready to adopt her. Given we haven't even been able to touch her, let alone get a read on her personality, we're not ready to make a lifelong commitment. But I really can't imagine she's going to find another home when she just hides.

Likely Kimberly will talk to the foster coordinator tomorrrow and we'll see what's up. Whatever they think is best for Megara is fine with us.