Once there I wanted to take them all home, but that wasn't going to happen so I had to pick one. I held a few and played with others but I kept coming back to the little orange tabby that was so stubborn it was virtually impossible to get her back in her cage. So of course I had to have her! I went to the desk to tell them who was coming home with me and then the bad news....I had to wait three days before I could bring her home because she needed to be spayed first. Three whole days! Well that was ok with me, there was just the small problem of containing my excitment to bring her home!
So I filled out the adoption paperwork and set up a time and day to come back and get my little four month old "Brown Eyed Girl" and spent the next three days driving my bryfriend crazy with ideas of what to name her!
Aedin came home on March 17th, St Patrick's Day. I held her and cuddled her and loved on her until she was smothered with kisses. She got her Irish name in honor of her home coming and her coloring.... and maybe the slight interest she had in my beer that day. :o)
|Om nom nom...... *hic*|
Since I brought Aedin home, she has kept me on my toes. She's the only cat I have ever known that plays fetch.... with little mice. It is the funniest thing. Our dog doesn't even fetch. She is also always getting into anything and everything. About a month after I adopted her, I came home to find a gash on her tail! I had to rush her to the vet, and having not seen blood anywhere in the house I still to this day have no idea what she got into. The vet thinks the dog got her, but little old Gwen has two teeth left and I doubt they would have done any damage. LOL!