Nicknames: Cool-Aed, Aed, Aedie, Murph, Monkey (or Monk for short), Mr. Aedan, Baby Aedan, Boo Boo Bear, Little Bear, Bab-o, Beau Beau, PooPoo LooPoo (I really don't like that one!)
Gotcha Date: February 7th 2004
Birthday: December 5th 2003
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 *UPDATE* My yellow monkey is missing :(
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"
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? Hey human, 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...
I'm so glad to be home! The humans at the vet's are nice but they aren't my dad and the vet's isn't home. Now I have dad spoiling me and treating me like a little baby. Plus I have pain meds. Hehe, it doesn't get any better than this!
Dad told me today that one of my teeth (a FANG!) has a bad cavity and must be pulled. Dad, it's my FANG! I'm really scared of this procedure and so is dad (even though he's trying to be brave in front of me). Surgery is scheduled for November 20th. If you can see it in your hearts to purr for me, I'd appreciate it. Thanks furriends.
Oh, I shoulda let dad brush my teeth when he tried...