So, this little carrot top, now named Ava, has come inside. She's living in my writing room now, where she has her own food, her own bed, and a little company from me.
There will be no kittens. Yesterday we took her to our regular vet, and got the whole battery done: vaccines, tests, spay. I'm a little bummed that she won't get to be a mom, but we can commiserate on our childlessness. And she likes to cuddle. She also likes to stretch out, as you can see above.
She's smart. While we were out shopping, she took off her e-collar and hid it. She really didn't like that thing. She may also be a kleptomaniac. Things have been moving mysteriously around this room.
She is getting used to the dog, and is proving via the other indoor cats that sharing an enemy makes you closer. I keep catching the two boy cats napping together. We still may not keep her, if she doesn't figure out how to be nice to Angus. So if you know anyone who is looking...