Here she is exploring the backyard. That's cat fencing you see behind her, so she is securely (we hope--she's a bit of an escape artist) contained within the yard.
As is so often the case, she was not the cat I was initially intending to get. I wanted a kitten or kittens, preferably longhaired. But my attempts to get particular kittens kept falling through, and I ended up going to the shelter several times. Every time she was still there and was so sweet that I just couldn't take it anymore and eventually brought her home.
Of course, I promptly realized that she was the perfect cat and fate had known better than my conscious mind what I really needed. Her name is Estë, after the goddess in the Silmarillion who always wears gray. She appears to be part Siamese and is very small and kittenish, even though she's probably about 4 years old.
I may still get that longhaired kitten at some point, but right now I'm pretty busy dealing with the clowder as it currently stands. However, shelters are overrun all over the country right now, so if you're thinking of getting a cat, now is a great time!
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