I'm the one who rescued Tasha too from the shelter when she was a baby, and I remember holding her as I waited for them to get the adoption papers and she just sat cuddled in my arms, not squirming to get down or anything. I kept looking into her eyes and I know I felt a deep connection there. She was perfectly fine with resting in my arms, a stranger to her at the time.

Then bringing her home she was very quiet and laid curled up in my lap the whole way home while I drove. She didn't look too happy and I thought she was probably frightened to be away from her sister and so on.. until when I was almost home she suddenly threw up ALL OVER me. The baby was car sick. As soon as I got her out of the car she was happy again.

From that day on she has always been extremely attached to me. She's still not too big on car rides but she will leap into the car without hesitation because she knows the destination is always some place fun like the park or hiking. At least she doesn't get sick anymore