...has gone to the great people at
Cat's Cradle, to be re-homed with people who can love her and keep her inside, where she won't kill 1 specimen of wildlife every day (I know for sure about 2 lizards and one titmouse; I'm guessing about the rest), and she won't have to worry about raccoons.
She was a little angel and slept most of the way - as long as we were singing. It's official, animals like me singing to them.*
She was really good at the place, too - allowing the nice man to hold her and letting the other cats check her out without hissing. I hope she gets a nice home.
I am back to watching over my wildlife; we have two tiny fuzzy little baby vulture butts, and they are doing well. Mom and Dad are still being discreet, but they're relaxing - I saw one of them actually sitting in the window, instead of standing. I look forward to watching this year's clutch learn to fly. No pictures yet, because I don't want to stress them out.
*Based on one incident with a baby squirrel about 10 years ago, and today. I am nothing if not thorough in my statistics.