(Full name: Saint Edward the Peaceful.)
He's 12 weeks old and full of personality.
His original name was Saint. That's because a lady brought him to church on a Sunday -- Saint Andrew's -- looking for a good home for him. For the last few weeks, he has been living in this lovely cat-centered vet's office. And everyone there is simply in love with him (why he hadn't yet found a home is beyond me!).
I picked him up today after work and brought him home. Which is why I couldn't divulge the surprise yesterday. We had put color copies of photos of him in plastic eggs for the kids. What could be better on Easter than (the promise of) something little and young and furry? We think his nickname might be Eggie.
He's going to be an excellent addition to the family. He's already licking our cheeks with his scratchy tongue and dashing about the room pretending to catch things and burrowing under the pillow, and now sleeping in my neck as I try to write on the laptop in the bed. I have him confined to our bedroom -- and I may not get a wink of sleep. But at the moment I don't care!
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