Five Years and Counting ^..^

On the 29th of August we celebrated my five year anniversary since my Mom brought me home. I remember that day like it was yesterday. They shoved me into some red carrier that I did not like at all so I started screaming and meowing and crying; at that point my Mom named me "Gabby" because I was not quiet the entire way home. I actually managed to pretty much destroy the very pretty carrier my Mom bought special for me.  And you can see below that I accomplished this in a drugged state. I had surgery at the shelter the day I came home and still managed to make my wishes known, bleary eyes and all! And look, even then I just loved to eat!!!

My Mom had a "safe room" prepared for me but I did not like that either. I discovered a bed in another room right after we got home and I wanted to stay in there...that was the start of me running the house. My Mom let me sleep in her bed and stay in her room when she was not home and I was very very happy!  I have heard that the first nite I was there I scared my Mom - she woke up and thought something was wrong - it was my pink nose!!!! Chessie had a black nose. Five years later I think I have my Mom pretty well trained if I must say so myself!