After many years of waiting and constant pestering, I finally have a cat!  We adopted her from the local humane society at the beginning of the month.  She's a 4 year old little elephant who loves to be cuddled and petted.  After a week of calling her Kitty, she is now Squeaky.  I had hoped for some high brow, historically significant name, but in the end, her squeaking when I picked her up won out.  She ignores most of the multitude of toys we have for her, but enjoys a good romp with the laser pointer.

Exploring her new home.  Notice the poor mint plant at the bottom of the picture.  She's chomped it to the dirt now:



Not enjoying her expensive bed:



Chillin next to the litter box instead of in her expensive bed:



catching me trying to take a picture of her napping:



wondering why I am typing instead giving her attention