This is Sawyer. She's a girl. She's nine months old, very small, and adopted.
She is Q's new cat, and our new mouser.
We have been badly in need of a mouser in this house, and Sawyer was chosen partly on the basis of her clear status as a fearless hunter among cats.
She was also chosen for her petite stature, her obvious intelligence, her outgoing nature, her gorgeous eyes, and her youth.
I briefly had cold feet on our way to the pound, but once we saw and visited with this one, I lost my trepidation. I'm now pretty sure we've found the right cat, and she's found the right family.
I was dubious about the note on her cage that said she was litterbox-trained, but this proved to be true. She is also tolerant of loud and aggressive toddlers, and very open to direction.
Q was really hoping for a purple cat, but failing that, she thinks Sawyer is pretty cool.