Well the last time I picked up a dumped kitten was when she was thrown out of a speeding car in front of me on the A38.
She ran across the carriageway with me in hot pursuit and then she must have decided that I was not that bad after all and just sat in a trembling heap.
It was the nasty man in the truck who decided to shout abuse at me and give me this strange 2 fingered salute that the little one was not happy about.
But we called her pickle as she was rescued from one and came into us for safety and for some strange reason never left.
However the next dumped kitten after that, pickle brought home with her last year. A little 6 weeker followed pickle home one day. Slightly easier that running across carriageways!
Well done ang, have a well earned cuppa.