Gabby, Gabby, Gabby

We picked up Miss Gabby after gymnastics yesterday, and oh my goodness was my daughter so excited and confused. Claire was confused because we told her she wouldn't not be getting a cat until her birthday, but since we found this one she could have it early. When we got to their house and our friend was loading her up in the carrier, Claire's main question was "why are we taking her home now, you said I could have her for my birthday?" It was a ligitiment question, one that I didn't have a great answer for. Needless to say she is still thrilled to have her. Gabby hollered the whole way home, but I figured this would happen because she has never gone in a car before.

Since she is getting her shots today, she is currently occupying my bathroom. She has a nice set up in there including a Cinderella night light, she got lots of love and attention well into the evening when we all retired for the night. Apparently this cat thinks 4:30 is the appropriate time for this household to get up, because she started hollering, and refused to stop. It is 6:05 and she is still hollering. Hopefully once she has free roam of the house she wont find this necessary, while I get up at 5:30 every morning another hour seems obscene to me.