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Coloration: Orange
Likes: Running around, causing a commotion, eating, stalking, attention
Pet-Peeves: meals served late, the carrier, dad's driving habits, being brushed, the v*t
Favorite Toy: Yellow monkey - it is my "baby" and I take it wherever I go
Favorite Nap Spot: Perch on top of my scratching post, in any box or cubby hole
Favorite Food: Fancy Feast Chicken Feast and SALMON!
Skills: I can open and close doors (cabinets, refrigerator, bedroom, etc...), I snore, I fetch, I understand "human"
Dwells:
indoors
Arrival Story: The first memories I have are of an apartment near a lot of water (I heard someone say that we were in Long Island, NY but I don't know what that means). A human came one day (I was 8 weeks old at the time) and I sorta liked him. I decided to adopt him to do all my menial tasks, like prepare my food, clean my poop, etc. But the first thing this guy did was stick me into this little "carrier" - more like a cheap overnight bag. It took me all of 30 minutes to escape from it and start roaming around his car. He got mad. What's the big deal? Let me stuff YOU into a tiny blue suitcase and see how YOU like it!!!
I like my home. It has stairs and lots of stuff to climb on. I have my own personal bathroom. That is good because I like my privacy. My dad is nice to me. He buys me lots of toys and makes sure I have food and treats. I wish he was around more often to play with but he says he has to go to someplace called "work". I don't know what that is but it doesn't sound like too much fun. My dad and I are now bestest buddies and I couldn't imagine being anywhere else.
Bio: Aedan is from a litter of 5 kitties; all of them buff or orange in color. I will try to post more pics of Aedan but he NEVER STANDS STILL so it is hard to snap anything but an orange blur.
Lives Remaining: 9 of 9
Forums Motto: I'm wondering where the Lions are...
The Groups I'm In: "Cobblestone Square", "MAINE COON GIANTS...SIZE THEM UP", **Catstertown**, ♥The Dancing Cat , Administrators of Catster & Dogster Groups, Brilliant Orange Cats Unite, Catster Maine Coon Lovers, Celtic Named Pets, Fearless Feline Flyers', Flaming Red Heads, Fluffy Cats, Impressive Plumage, Luck O' The Irish, Maine Coon Madness (mixes and full breeds alike), Maine Coons, Orange & Orange and White Kitties Only!, Pretty Kitties!!, Scaredy Cat Group, Silly Sab Stories, THUNDERCATS*, United We Stand, ~Furiends Furever~
The Last Forum I Posted In: Silly Sab's 9th Birthday Bash: June 8
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How I Got My Name: Dad saw me and thought I looked like an Aedan. Actually Aedan is Gaelic for "fiery". He thought that was a good name for an orange cat. But it really is more descriptive of my personality. I am very fiery. And dad says I have a bit of an anger management problem. Oh yeah??!!! Come over here and say that!!! Er I mean, what ever are you talking about?
Two weeks ago dad was putting his clothes into the thing he uses when he goes "bye-bye" for long periods of time. I was suspicious. Usually that means I have to go to the v*t's to be boarded. My fears were realized on Friday, September 23rd when dad put me in the carrier and off we went. We pulled in to the parking lot and dad brought my carrier into the v*t's office. The place smelled like dread. Old memories of past horrors flashed before my eyes. I was walking among the enemy. In case you can't figure it out... I DON'T LIKE TO BE BOARDED!!!
Dad told me he loved me like a million times (I think he felt really guilty) and then I watched him leave. My eyes got leaky for some reason - probably allergies.
It seemed like I was at the v*t's for years and years. Sure the techs love me and take care of me. And I have made friends with the feline guards (they euphemistically call them "lab cats" but I know the truth). But I need to be free. I can't be penned up in a cell. Oh the injustice of it all!
I missed dad so much. I hoped he was coming back for me, but how could I be sure? Then, yesterday, I heard a familiar voice. Could it be? Was it? Then I saw dad through the glass. I meowed for joy! I even let the v*t tech pick me up without squirming because I knew she was taking me to dad! I was so happy I talked to dad the whole way home.
Dad took an extra day off to spend with me yesterday and I stayed close to him the whole day. Life is great again! I'm home and I have my dad back!
You all know how much I love to play... more than eating and sleeping combined! So dad came home the other day with a bag from Petsmart. I was pretty psyched. I could smell something in the bag... what was it? I needed to get a closer sniff. Then dad took a yellow banana shaped thing out of the bag and opened up the packaging. Euphoria!!! A catnip toy!!! I ripped it out of his hands (barely leaving his fingers attached) and started licking and bunny kicking the banana. Oh, yeah, "thanks dad".
This toy rules! I have hardly put it down. I like to hide behind the recliner and then run and pounce on it and start the licking and kicking all over again!
I can't wait to see what dad will get me next week. Er, you are going back to Petsmart again to get me another toy, aren't you dad? WHAT!! I am NOT spoiled and I do NOT have too many toys! GRRRRR!!!
Well Saturday marked the 5th anniversary of me adopting dad. We spent the whole day together and dad looked at my kitten pictures. He kept telling me how little I was and how he can't believe what a giant I became.
"But dad," I told him, "didn't you know how big Maine Coons got?"
"Yes, Aedan," he replied, "but you were TINY. It was hard to imagine you being this big. When you first came to live here you were too little to climb on the couch or up the stairs. Oh, you tried. You were a very brave little kitten. I had to keep a close eye on you to make sure you didn't get hurt."
"Daaaaad! I might have been small but I was far from helpless. Remember the first time I climbed the couch and jumped on your lap? You were shocked!"
"Yes. You were quite an adventurer in your kitten days. Climbing to the top of the entertainment center, or on top of the kitchen cabinets. You scared me a couple of times when I couldn't find you. Now you are too big to fit up in those places."
"I know. Sometimes I wish I could fit. But now that I'm older it's not as important for me to be up so high. Now I like to find sneaky hiding spots so I can jump out at you - hehe!"
"One of these days you're going to trip me and break my leg!"
"Oh dad, quit being so dramatic!"
We had a nice long conversation that day about everything. We may not agree on much but there is one thing that we most assuredly agree upon: we were destined to be together. Dad and I are soul mates - I understand him and he understands me. And I know dad would do anything for me. I would do anything for him too.
When I think about my home I don't think of walls or floors or stairs or furniture. Not tables, chairs, doors or the like. My home is wherever my dad is. And I love my home.
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