I found the trailer around 12:15, and there were few people there. I walked into a trailer crammed with cats i and cages of various sizes. The first cage had a cat so depressed it lay back in the interior with its face to the wall, the second cage had a pretty cat named Kelly, the name of my crazy far right wing anti-semite uncle. I walked on to the third. The info on the cage said Annabelle was a year old. Her vet later thought she was between six to ten months old. At any rate it was love at first sight. She danced arpound the cage, flirted with me, talked, head-butted my hand, and I yelled out "I'll take her!"
Two hours later, after my references passed, I walked out of the trailer, which had a long line of peole waiting to enter, with Annabelle. Happy Gotcha Day, Missy!