Her name is Shamrock, and she was technically the reason why we went to the Central Missouri Humane Society. Following the Guinea Pig debacle, we had given the girls time to grieve and then allowed them to chose what they wanted to do next. My Princess wanted something more durable, and family circumstances were such that a cat made more sense than a dog. A spur of the moment decision took us to CMHS, and after a family meeting that evening we had our decision. I went back to fill out the adoption paperwork the next afternoon.
My beautiful Opal (who remains camera shy) was - ahem - not a part of the plan. I just couldn't get her out of my mind...and hours after filling out the adoption paperwork for Shamrock I called CMHS and told her we wanted her too.
And we are incredibly happy to have them both.
But...well, she's just so darn cute and she has the loudest purr in the house right now. Besides, Shamrock has done a masterfull job of winning over my husband's old cat, and the constant kitty games are a source of great amusement for all of us. (Opal even joins in once in a great while!
Our house feels complete again.
The basket held all of my sock yarn leftovers for my blanket. It was about 3/4 full of yarn, and apparently made such a great bed that Shamrock just couldn't resist. I shooed her out of that basket probably a half dozen times yesterday. Today I gave up and relocated the yarn to another basket.