And last is Willow. She's sweetness and light embodied, while Anya is a terror on four paws. They're sisters, but polar opposites.

This picture is actually from her second day inside. I trapped her a month or so after I trapped Anya, and she should have taken longer to tame down (it took me about four days with Anya). I think I was petting her the first night, and snuggling with her within a couple days. She stayed in the bathroom until I could be sure she was healthy, but once I knew she was, she was out. 

Dave fell in love with her, and so I didn't have to exert any pressure to keep her. We're a five cat family now, and will probably stay that way, since any more would push us right over the crazy cat people edge. (As if five wasn't over the edge already.)

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