It's hard to photograph Wendy as she has a tendency to run for cover whenever we take notice of her. She's a strange girl, not entirely "feral" and incredibly sweet — in the three-plus years we've had her, she has yet to hiss or growl at us (I can't say the same for her early reactions to the kittens). Nor she has bitten or scratched any of us (except when kicking her back legs to escape from being groomed, which I consider involuntary).
Despite being so skittish, she spends time each day lying on her back, purring loudly as my husband rubs her belly, eyes closed, paws waving in the air. This can only happen in designated spots — bed, leather armchair — at designated times, on Wendy's schedule. I'm also permitted to pet her briefly when she's on the bed. Otherwise, we can't get near her. We've long considered her our Greta Garbo, elusive and more prized because of it.
Here is a rare shot of Wendy, who briefly allowed me to capture her calico beauty: