Meet Keira, as I’m thinking of calling her:

Keira is a lilac British shorthair I adopted from a shelter. I have no idea what a breed-cat was doing in a shelter, or why the previous owners did her away. She’s underweight and was clearly stressed in the shelter where dogs were barking 24/7. She has a passport that says she’s born  the 18th of September, 2006; so it’s almost her birthday. I’ll give her a treat then. But for her I think the biggest gift is being away from the shelter. She’s not sterilised yet, so that’ll happen soon. After that and when I’m sure she knows her home, she’ll be free to roam the garden (and hopefully she won’t leave the garden).

This is when she just got home. I opened the cage and let her decide when she wanted to come out. After 20 minutes she started exploring timidly.

She seems to favor this spot near the frontdoor. I have a cushion for her, but she’s ignoring that so far.

She feels safe in her scratching post. I don’t think she’s very playful, she ignored me rolling those little balls.

Miel isn’t scared of the cat, I think. He’s curious. The cat though is definitely afraid of Miel, there’s been hissing just now when Miel got to close.