Emma

She's cute. At least I think she's a she. She's all white except for a small light beige coloring on her head. She introduced herself last night through plaintive cries under my window, cliched, I know, but that's how it happened. And this morning she I found her huddled in a corner by the stairs under my bedroom window. After that, all bets were off. She commenced to come onto the porch and climbed the screen door she knocked on the window and demanded entrance.

So let her in. My other cat, Woody, isn't too sure about this whole arrangement, but he seems to like the other cat. There has been little, if any spitting or hissing, some low-level growling, but that's about it.

We have decided to call her Emma. I'll post some pics as soon as she stops running around exploring the house and she'll still long enough for a proper portrait.