Washing the blood in the sink, she evaluated if keeping the tiny wild thing was a good idea.
Of course it was. She brought him home because he was freezing and starving, meowing desperately behind a trash can. To leave him there to die wasn’t an option.
It was her mistake to force physical contact without waiting for permission. As a woman, she should have known better.
That afternoon “Scratchy” got a name and a new home.