Meet Edie

I often leave out a few details for no reason other than economy, but I’ve been visiting animal shelters on the weekends. After realizing a dog was not the best option at this point (5th floor apartment), I moved back to the original notion of cat.

My friends were beginning to tire of my hem-hawing, but I’m very slow when it comes to these things. (I’m just as methodical when looking for automobiles.) Heather said, “Just pick one out and love it.”

Something aligned this sunny Sunday and I brought home this young lady.

I’m calling her Edie, short for Edith (a savings of one letter!) She teeters on curious, needy and entirely independent.

I dig her lots.