If only...

If only I can have my baking dream... *sigh*

Fiona Has Arrived

For those of you who don't know, we were blessed with the opportunity to have a cat join our household. She is a sweet little cat, about 5 years old. Friends of ours had adopted her from the Humane Society in Omaha. They found out the husband was breathing at only 50% capacity after a couple of weeks due to allergies and had to find the cat a new home. In steps some other friends of ours who decided to take her in. They found out a close family friend was highly allergic to cats and was no longer able to come over to their house anymore.

We had talked with both of our friends and knew she was available for us to adopt and would come with all the startup items. This was too good of a deal for us to pass up. I had been talking with Dave about getting a cat at the beginning of next year. This seemed like it was what we wanted with very little cost.

So we had to give her a name. She had been given a name by the Humane Society (because she was found abandoned) and by both families before us. But we have a tradition in my family. Our animals all have names with a theme to them. My grandparents named their dogs and cats after flowers. My parents continued that tradition and that there must always be a black male cat in the house named Daisy (don't ask... it's wierd I know). We have tried to name our children with Irish names. When we went to the Humane Society to get a dog, the dog we chose (who was perfect for us) already had an Irish name. So we thought that maybe we need to give our cat an Irish name. The kids and parents pondered, and in the end, the name Fiona was chosen. Not after the Shrek character or anything. Just because it is Irish.

She has settled in nicely. She loves having her own floor of the house to herself. She stays in the basement mainly and our dog, Seamus, stays on the upper floor. It works out well for both of them. She has been eating well and the kids are adjusting to her very well. Conner is afraid of cats in general so we have had to work the hardest with him. But he is getting so much better. That was one of the reasons I wanted a cat. I couldn't comprehend my child being scared of cats. Also, I missed the company of a kitty. I have grown up with cats around me at all times and so when Dave said he would rather have a dog, I compromised and agreed. Now, don't get me wrong. I *LOVE* my dog, Seamus, but there is just something so different in a cat's personality that I love. And now I am so happy having my kitty.