With-in the heart of every stray

Lies the singular desire to be loved.

Today I was able to get with-in three feet of the mother. I've named her Daphne.

Not quite as skiddish, it's been my experience that if I can gain her trust, the babies will follow.
She was actually able to relax, tuck her legs under, and not have so much fear in her eyes. Daphne isn't even a year old, she's still much a kitten herself. I'd say probably about 6-7 months old. It's so sad her life has been ruff so far. I hope I can fix that for her.