TALKIN' 'BOUT MY GIRL

In reality, she stole my heart the first time I held her in my arms, but I'd like to think it was when she chose my wardrobe to explore first - checking out my ever-growing shoe collection and climbing my mountain of bags. That was when I knew she was my girl. My beautiful seal-point ragdoll spent yesterday investigating her new home, inspecting every nook-and-cranny and discovering what seems to me as every spiders web in the house (yay). Before long our kitten was exhausted from playing James Cook and I found her snuggled in her mink blanket fast asleep.

Now that she has settled into her new home (a lot faster than I had anticipated), she seems to either be drowsy and affectionate or playful and mischievous. Even as I write she has climbed onto my Macbook after catching sight of the mouse and proceeded to type with her teeny-tiny paws. She may have to brush up on her journalism skills before publishing her first post.

Expect her to photo-bomb a few outfit posts in the near future!

PS. You may have noticed that I haven't called her by name and this is because as of yet we haven't settled on one. I wanted to her to know her beforehand, and while Brad and I have a couple floating around, we would love any suggestions. What should we name our cheeky kitten?