...thank you. We are quite happy.
She came with the name L.B., an abbreviation of a moniker she surely did not deserve, and so now I call her Ellie.
This is the position in which you will commonly find her. She doesn't like to play, particularly, but she does enjoy flopping down wherever she may be, rolling, stretching, begging for a scratch, and proffering an inquisitive paw.
She is a cuddler and an affectionate head-butter, with a purr like an engine idling. Her eyes are blue-blue and her yowl can rupture eardrums. She is a grande dame of five and a half years.
She has a tiny little pointed head, a round, soft tummy, and a skinny little mousey tail. Her fur is very, very soft.
Here is a video I posted on Facebook of her coming home for the first time. Featuring: me having a ridiculous, one-sided, and also high-pitched conversation with a cat, and Ellie's trade-marked baby-like cry of displeasure. I love that the song playing on the radio in the background is called 'Home.'
She would like everyone to know that her attitude has much improved since the awful car ride of terror.
She is not much of a bug-killer, as she nearly stepped on the slow-moving bug I attempted to point out to her as she obliviously butted her head against my gesturing hand in an effort to get petted. But she does cuddle up with me at night and sleep through until morning. I think I'll keep her.