This is my newest kitty, Misha. She's been with us since December, a friend of my sister found her starving on the street and took her in, but then her grand dane had puppies and became very aggressive towards her, even attacking her once. She wasn't injured, but the friend was so scared for her life that she asked us to adopt her, and we went pick her up immediately. She's been with us since, and it's been a delight!
Misha is a russian blue. For years I pointed at "gunpowder gray"* cats saying I wanted one in that exact same color, and I never knew they were called russian blue until we adopted her. When I saw her I burst with excitement, I'm sure my two furry angels had something to do with her arrival.
She's extremely playful, and she has a permanent look in her eyes that says "I'm thinking of my next mischief". She can't stand still for half a second, which makes it impossible to take photos of her xD add to that that I'm a bad photographer, so this about the only focused photo I have of her. I like it, she looks like she's sniffing the flowers
Adopt and rescue pets they're so wonderful, beautiful and thankful!
* That color is called "gris polvora" in Spanish, which translates to gunpowder gray.
Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come: Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.