Last week while Quinn was away, this little black cat showed up at our house. It was just hanging around for a day or two and we would see it here and there. Then around Thursday it didn't go anywhere. The poor little kitty was skin and bones and I felt so bad for it, but didn't want to feed it. If I fed it, it would never leave. The boys played with it a little on Friday and Saturday and then totally bonded with it on Sunday. I still hadn't fed it. I was feeling awful about it, but again, hadn't talked to Quinn yet to decide what to do. I talked to him on Sunday before he came home and after he got home we decided to feed it. The boys wanted to name her Mouse Chaser. Quinn convinced them that was too long and that we should call her Slinky and added Mouse Chaser as her last name. Hopefully we will get her vaccinations in the next day or two so that we can get her fixed a few weeks after that. She will be an outside cat. That was a stipulation. Too many allergies in our families. So, I guess we have a cat.
You should've told me you wanted a pet, I have 2 mangy mutts you could've taken off my hands. They're already vaccinated too!
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