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Happy (belated) Adoption Day
Waaaay back on September 22, 1997 I brought home
She weighed all of 1 lb and was guessed to be 7-8 weeks old by the County(I adopted her from Midland County Animal Control) and the vet suggested more like 5 weeks old... She was the most beautiful ball of grey fluff.
However, I quickly learned that when I saw the
it was time to worry, because Sasha was about to go batshit crazy...
It's been an adventurous eleven years- we've been to many places, with many roommates, and many roommate's pets. Through it all, it's been Sasha and me. My queenly, cuddly baby girl. She's very sure on when it's time to be cuddled, and when it's NOT the appropriate time. She's an expert on the proper amount of exertion for the task.
Sasha was my graduation from college gift to myself. The first cat that was really 'mine' (Alex, the cat I forced my parents to adopt when I was 13 quickly became my mom's cat). As my roommates found out when I began to visit![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lazycatsteve over weekends, Sasha was quite attached and would attempt to escape to find me.
The first time I drove with her up to Haslett to see our future apartment- I had a doe commit suicide on my car. I'm convinced that she was despondent because men were in the woods with bows and arrows trying to kill her. As I sat in the drivers seat, trying not to panic, Sasha's purrs rumbled through thr car interior. I'm not really sure if she was trying to console herself or me, but I know what the romantic part of me says. ;) She took to this apartment, and my future hubby, quite well. Though I'm still not sure if she's totally forgiven my for Leo and Kyle.
As a kitten she was all voice and energy. There were flying lessons at night when she tried to attack my eyelids for moving... Her racing around the apartment tormenting my older sister's cat Liska. As she's gotten older she's gotten a bit cranky, set in her ways. When the boys get too rambunctious she's quick to lay the smacketh down on Kyle (Leo just doesn't listen).
We have our routines, and she's quick to tell me what's on her mind... at length. And I love that, I love my little grey girl. :) We've had eleven years together, and I hope we have many many more, with bigger adventures still waiting for us.
And here she is now, with
She weighed all of 1 lb and was guessed to be 7-8 weeks old by the County(I adopted her from Midland County Animal Control) and the vet suggested more like 5 weeks old... She was the most beautiful ball of grey fluff.
However, I quickly learned that when I saw the
it was time to worry, because Sasha was about to go batshit crazy...
It's been an adventurous eleven years- we've been to many places, with many roommates, and many roommate's pets. Through it all, it's been Sasha and me. My queenly, cuddly baby girl. She's very sure on when it's time to be cuddled, and when it's NOT the appropriate time. She's an expert on the proper amount of exertion for the task.
Sasha was my graduation from college gift to myself. The first cat that was really 'mine' (Alex, the cat I forced my parents to adopt when I was 13 quickly became my mom's cat). As my roommates found out when I began to visit
lazycatsteve over weekends, Sasha was quite attached and would attempt to escape to find me. The first time I drove with her up to Haslett to see our future apartment- I had a doe commit suicide on my car. I'm convinced that she was despondent because men were in the woods with bows and arrows trying to kill her. As I sat in the drivers seat, trying not to panic, Sasha's purrs rumbled through thr car interior. I'm not really sure if she was trying to console herself or me, but I know what the romantic part of me says. ;) She took to this apartment, and my future hubby, quite well. Though I'm still not sure if she's totally forgiven my for Leo and Kyle.
As a kitten she was all voice and energy. There were flying lessons at night when she tried to attack my eyelids for moving... Her racing around the apartment tormenting my older sister's cat Liska. As she's gotten older she's gotten a bit cranky, set in her ways. When the boys get too rambunctious she's quick to lay the smacketh down on Kyle (Leo just doesn't listen).
We have our routines, and she's quick to tell me what's on her mind... at length. And I love that, I love my little grey girl. :) We've had eleven years together, and I hope we have many many more, with bigger adventures still waiting for us.
And here she is now, with
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Happy kitty love. :)
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Happy Adoption Day!
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(I can't see the pictures here at work darn it. *whine* *g* I'll have to wait until I get home.)
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(Anonymous) 2008-09-24 04:20 pm (UTC)(link)Big sis