Picture the scene: I'm sat on the floor of the shed hand feeding the foster kids, five of whom are clambering all over me to get at the food. Salsa, usually wary of me, is boldly pushing her face in too, driven to ignore her suspicion of me by her love of snacks. I turn to see what kid number six is up to, only to find the clever little fellow has ignored the feeding frenzy on the floor to climb up to where I'd stashed the bowl I'd been taking the pellets from and was helping himself.
I think it seemed more hilarious because it was the super-floofy kid who looks like a little brown cloud. [sigh]
So anyway, hopefully this is a sign Salsa is gaining confidence in me - she certainly seemed happier around me, even if she did get a little stompy when the snacks ran out.