So we did the usual thing, letting her settle into the kitty suite for a day, then giving her access to the upper hall. That's been the point at which I've started trying to photograph all our other fosters as they get comfortable enough to start exploring, playing, asking for affection.
She was having none of it.
I should clarify: she loved checking out the window ledges and pouncing on the Spider. And she loved up on us as if we'd been hers all her life. But the camera -- she didn't quite get it. Or maybe she did, knowing its purpose. I stretched out on the floor, tried different angles, attempted stealth photography. She just wouldn't let me get far enough away to shoot.
Here's a picture of the look she gave me as I sidled up next to her on my tummy, just before she scooted directly toward my face to press her dainty little paw to my nose. A head-bump, a decisive purr.
We adopted her yesterday.
Fear not; there will be more forthcoming on Meow Meow's story, now that the news is out! But we do need to go get kitty supplies of her very own so as not to use what the SHS has given us for fostering purposes ...
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