Lucky


We'd been thinking about adopting a cat for quite a while now.  Scratch that - let's be more honest - my five year old has been begging us to get a cat for several months.  Nah - real honesty - I've been wanting a cat for years.  The combined forces of my daughter and I finally reached through to my husband (not opposed to cats, but much more practical than cat-obsessed) and March 17th took my daughter and I to the shelter in the town about a half-hour south of us.

See this face?  This is the new member of my family.  This is Evie and she's a year or two old rescue.  Evie is the name she was given at the shelter and I decided that we would just keep it (rather than have my creative child name her Blurblee or Plorkplah or Snarmslag or some other multi-syllabic nonsensical gibberish).


We were originally introduced to another cat, but she came over and sat on him so that we would pet her instead.  She would follow us around meowing at us to get us to pet her.  She likes blankets (sound about right?) and snuggles up to my daughter and sits in her lap.


My 5yo is in love.  I'm pretty in love, too.  Evie's persistence was a good thing - the first cat to whom we were introduced was a sweetie, but he was longer haired and my nose and eyes were itching just petting him.  Plus with it being spring here, he was shedding significantly and dd was a little put off by the amount of cat fur he left on her clothes.  Evie is short hair and my allergies haven't been having any unusual problems.

I just wish I wasn't such a light sleeper... last night the wee nocturnal beastie decided to meow at regular intervals.  She's a "talker" in general and I don't know if she was bored or if the house was too quiet for her liking or if she just likes the sound of her own voice, but with me not being used to her movement in the house or her meowing, I haven't gotten a lot of sleep since she moved in.  I'm hoping I get used to her quickly so that I can get back to my regular type of not sleeping well ('cause, I mean, it's not like I'm a super sleeper anyway.  I am so jealous of people who lie down and just shut off for eight hours and then wake up with energy.  Who does that?! So foreign to me.  But I digress...).

Yes, I think we are the lucky ones.  Evie seems like a great fit for our family.  We are still getting used to each other, but there is lots of love here, folks.


I think you can see it.

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