Dan and I found a some new trouble yesterday.
She doesn't have a name yet, but there are several we are considering: Gabby, because she's quite a little talker; Rocket, because she takes off like one; or maybe Jayne, because we're Firefly nerds. She was nicknamed Killer at the Humane Society, but she doesn't seem like a "Killer" to us -- more like a little bundle of wiggling purring silliness.
After a relatively short period of shyness when she first got home, she began exploring and playing all over the living room. She's so tiny that she fits almost anywhere and has decided that one of her favorite places to hide is on the bookshelves in the little space on top of the books. I'll try to get a picture of that for you later. Her almost constant state of perpetual motion makes photographing her a bit of a challenge, but at least I got a couple good shots to show you.
Anyway, I've had a bunch of things to blog about over the past couple months, but didn't manage to post. This little furry girl is too cute not to share.