The original plan was just to hold on to Star for the weekend to see how ready she is to go to a forever home. You can probably imagine how that turned out.
I should have known that after a few days of cuddling up to a little thing like this, watching her be so happy to be out of the shelter, seeing how much calmer she is in the home, seeing how fast she learns, and feeling that she's really not such a wacky little beast after all, it would be much easier to imagine living with her for a while longer than to put her back in the shelter.
She is definitely an impulsive little thing, and stares at Lamar a little too intensely and her play with Fozzie gets a little too much. So we watch her, and we ask her to sit instead of staring or launching or pestering or escalating, and we give her treats, and she listens, and she gets calmer by the day.
I didn't know this when I took her, but over the weekend I learned that there had been starting to be some question among shelter staff about Star's future, since she'd been at the shelter so long.
Poor little thing. I'm glad she's here, and I think she's making great progress.
If she stays on the track she's been on, I'm pretty sure I can keep her and my boys safe and keep teaching her to be a patient little woman until the right adopter comes along.