She's getting bolder. She still lets us hold her any which way but "prefurred," and she's more likely to run away from the children when they lunge for her now (although I'm not entirely ruling out a desire to be chased by "teacup" humans), but she's explored every square inch of the house and she seems much more interested in the door to the big, big world.
And she's fast. Speed of sound fast.
Sigh. It's just a matter of time before she'll disappear out the door.
For her sake, I just hope she's smart enough to stay away from the road.
For our sake, I hope she doesn't find greener pastures.