hmmm. Good point. I remember a cat on my uncle’s farm. It was a barn yard cat but no one had warned me. He had a small mustache so I called him Hitler. He would come up to me and rub on my leg and purr and then with no warning he would rack his claws on my skinny little naked leg. He did that once, maybe twice and then I learned to throw dust on him when he came near. He never bothered me again. Also, if she bites you and breaks the skin, you need to have a doctor look at it asap. If you have not had a tetanus shot you need to get one. Cat bites are nasty.
This is no easy choice.