May 18, 2008. The first time we met. She was small, and scared, and her siblings picked on her, so she was hiding behind a piece of furniture. Rebecca looked at me like I was crazy as I tried to move the dresser to get to her. Was I sure I didn’t want to play with one of the kittens running around the room, basically throwing themselves at me? I was sure.
She came home May 22, along with her brother Aiden, just days before my birthday. She was just as timid, just as scared of me then. I had to tip the carrier to get her to come out, since she wasn’t accepting my food bribes. I had to earn her trust and her love, which I did slowly over the coming days, months, years.
Since we last mentioned our late night wake up call, we've unfortunately been dealing with more problems with our smoke detectors.
Last week there was one sleepless night where the alarms went off five (ish - I stopped counting) times between midnight and 3:30. Needless to say, no one was happy (or sleeping).