And her name is Willow:
We’ve had two gray tabbies before, and they were so sweet. (Well, one didn’t like the other cats very much, but she was a nurse kitty to my mother. The other absolutely adored me).
Willow is a cutie.
Saw that. Very cute.
Biden first met Willow at a campaign stop in 2020, according to information provided by the first lady’s press secretary Michael LaRosa, when the cat jumped on stage and the owners of the farm where the event was being held noticed the "immediate bond"they shared.
Squee!
I almost didn’t see her there on the couch, I hope Papa Joe doesn’t accidentally sit on her.
After Major, the Bidens’ German Shepherd, bit a Secret Service agent (or two+), Major was sent home to Delaware.
What – one wonders – will come of dear Willow after (inevitably) treating the agents with loathing, contempt, and derision 
I saw this on NPR.
Willow looks quite surprised to find herself in the White House; but appears to have already found some good things about it, including a very nice window seat.
As she’s already comfortable enough to be sprawled out belly up on top of the couch instead of hiding underneath it, she seems to be a good candidate for a position that’s best for a highly confident cat.
(And looookit that belly! Although, ah, Willow: does that count as entrapment?)
I always wonder how cats work in a place like the White House with people constantly coming and going. If it was my cats they would’ve gone missing in less than a week.
Very cool.
Willow is likely in the residential side.
Wouldn’t there still be staff like housekeepers and such going in and out every day?
Willow reminds me a lot of our old cat Atticus. Very nice.
More pics here:
The agents will feel like the previous occupant of the White House was still around.
Plus, you know… it’s a cat.
And, in news from the canine side, the Bidens also have a new German Shepherd puppy, Commander. After the unfortunate death of Champ, and Major having to be temporarily fostered with friends due to aggression, it’s nice to have some good news on the puppy front.
I frequently lost track of my cat when we lived in a 500 sq. ft. apartment, though he never got out. I imagine in the White House, even if you’re sure you’ve successfully confined the cat, you just have to resign yourself to seeing her only when she wishes to be seen.
That’s a pretty good trick.
Wait, how did they find out our cat is named Willow? 
They’ve got a website.
It’s amazing what the NSA can do these days.