My name is Quinn. I am I girl. One years old, sort of.
I just arrived at my new home TODAY. An angel kitty told me to pick this mommy as mine. She was a nice angel kitty, so I said, OK. If she really needs someone to take care of her. And the angel kitty said, YES.
My new mommy can't figure out how to get the pictures from this box she keeps putting in front of me into her computer.
LOTS of pictures.
She has tried and tried, but can't figure it out. She can see my pictures in the box, but can't figure out how to get them HERE.
And I am told I am to tell her what to write on this computer thing. I hope THIS works. Angel kitty says it will.
I really don't want to go back to the nice shelter just to have my pictures on this silly thing. Maybe go back to visit my friends. Humans AND kitties. Lots of both.
Somebody's got to help my new mommy with this stupid box. Angel kitty says it's not her job, sorry. Well, it's hardly MINE is is? Or is it.
Anyway, my ride here was LOUD. But this place is nice, I think. The only rule so far is don't go into this big closet food place. Oh, and stay out of the fridge.
I get nice food and something called Temptations. Mommy just has to learn I will not eat out of human hands. And human food is yucky. Maybe someday.
Anyway, my first thank you to her was purring. Because finally I have something to purr ABOUT. I never purred in the shelter. She was very polite to me when I did, so I have been doing it some more. She said she loves me. Angel kitty said, SEE?
This is my shelter picture, taken by someone who CAN figure things out.
|My name is Quinn|
I definitely have the CATITUDE worked out.
Angel kitty will stick around for a little while, but I don't know how long. She is sweet. And she says she feels much better now that she has crossed over the Rainbow Bridge. I know about that place. I heard about it at the nice shelter. Any way, this is