The Adventures of a Half Blind Cat

I was making coffee. Turned the Keurig on (I don't know how I got along before the thing), and I was picking out a K-Cup.
Then I felt someone staring at me. Like really staring at me. But, that couldn't be right. I was home alone (other than my dog... but he doesn't really count), so there's no way someone's staring at me.
I was right. It wasn't someone staring at me. It was a something.
There was a cat perched on the windowsill over the kitchen sink, pawing at the window and staring at me. She was cute, if not anorexicly (Microsoft doesn't think this is a word. Whatevs) skinny. I opened the door to my porch, and walked toward her. Now, this is the part where most cats bound away from me and start hissing. It's like they can sense I'm not a cat person.
This one held her ground and kept looking at me.
She was looking at me funny though, and I could tell there was something wrong with her eye. I'm pretty sure she's blind in that eye. So, she's perched on this windowsill, and she can't get down, because she can't see where to place her feet.
So, I grab her and set her on the ground. I turn around and start to walk back in the house, and she starts following me.
I run inside, grab a bowl of milk, and open the door to set it down, and woosh!
She's in the house.
Now. Here's where it got interesting.
I have an indoor dog. A border collie. A fast, big one.
One who likes chasing squirrels and birds just for the heck of it.
So, the cat's all, "Yes! I'm inside!" while the dog's all, "Oh my gosh! Dinner!" while I'm all, "My mom's going to kill me..."
So, yeah then I chased the dog chasing the cat around the house for thirty minutes.
It was fun.
I finally manage to get the dog away from the cat long enough so she can come to me (she really likes being held... weird for a cat), and then I went and finished making my coffee. Priorities.

She's actually really friendly, and loves the dog. Oddly enough.
And then, my mom came home and so I deposited the cat outside before she saw it. She doesn't like cats at all.
The cat has stayed on the porch all morning. My daddy says if it sticks around,, we can feed it and give it shots.
Pretty awesome for a random Thursday morning.

Btw, her name is Rue. The Hunger Games has bled over into every area of my life.