Moustache

This beauty has been hanging around at our place for 24 hours now. Everybody call her Moustache. I think she is French. She was left with us for a couple of days, but depending on her behaviour, we might not give her back at all!

Me and her got off on the wrong foot when she started playing with me this morning. She surprised me with her paw and long nails and I spilled my hot coffee on my chest! It was nothing that some ice water couldn't fix and now we are all friends again, me and her.

This picture shows her staring and ready to attack. Target: my fingers. She seems to have let out some steam as she is peacefully resting on the couch now. Her eyes shut and all.