We took her to the vet on Saturday morning for all of the shots, worming, fleas/earmites, and spay date.
A trip to the vet's = staying for good.
Thank GOD for a husband who loves poor little abandoned kittys as much as I do. He is the one who picked out her name.... "Spook"!
This makes five cats for us.
Welcome to the zoo, Spook.
PS - you can kind of see a scar on her neck in this photo.... her neck is all chewed up. We're not sure if she was bitten by the dogs where I found her, or if it is from scratching so much at the fleas.