The girl who helped me out told me her name was "Clementine" and that she had been born there at the shelter on April 11th. Now, I sometimes I need a huge sign to figure things out, but not this time. When you are looking for a tortie and you find one that shares your birthday? That was my girl.
She didn't talk to me much for a couple months, but after her first birthday I don't think she's quit telling me exactly what's on her mind. I'm not quite sure where she gets that from, but I like hearing her meow, especially when she combines that with her purring.
She's very much the epitome of "tortitude"- everything is on her terms. Cuddling, playing or even eating. And that's why I love her.