Liza was gone. Zoe and Wash were adopted from under our noses when we got there,which left... Booty.
Except her name is Lt. Ripley now. She's an orange/tabby/tuxedo all at once, green eyes, sturdy build with waggle, rather talkative and strung out from the trauma of it all. Hopefully she'll settle in soon. She was obviously a house cat from temperament, size and quality of fur but she was found by a roadside, wandering.
We were struck with how much some people suck. Not only some of the stories on the clip boards, but the behavior we saw. One woman looking to adopt saw a cat vomiting in it's cage and sneered "well THAT'S appetizing". We got a vet tech to clean up and comfort the barfing cat - after the sick it looked fine, likely just stress from the volume of people. But later I saw the same bitch tell a cat it was ugly - maybe they don't know what you're saying, but animals can usually tell what you mean and the poor thing hwas going through enough without that crap. Another a guy walked in to surrender his dog - handed over the leash and walked directly out. The look of abject betrayal on the dogs face was heartbreaking. Finally, there was a photo of a guy all over the interview rooms with warnings not to adopt anything out to him and to phone security if he was seen. I asked why. The interviewer told me. I nearly hurled. I really wished I hadn't asked why. So, some people really suck and deserve only bad things to happen to them.
Ripley, so far, rocks. In a few days we'll take her for a check up and see what's what. I hope she's nicer to Dr. Black than our last cat.