First Five Days

My first few days here in my forever home are very well documented, since I became an "internet celebrity" last year when my best bud Malcolm picked me up off the street where I had just been hit by a car, and raced to a v-e-t hospital nearby. I didn't know it then, but I was soon to be famous throughout the blogosphere because of all the cats and beans who helped Malcolm with the more than a thousand green papers needed to fix my broken leg. Malcolm couldn't keep me, but he wanted my bean owner to give me a blog so everybody could follow my story. I lived with Dan and Maggie for a few days before I made the long trip to New Hampster.


This is how I spent my first five days at my forever home:

1st day: I hid under the bottom shelf in the closet, way at the back.

2nd day: I played with my purple feather toy from under the bureau, but I never came out from under the bureau.

3rd day: I was more and more curious about what was "out there" but I was not ready to come out from my hiding spot.

4th day: Mom tried to trick me into coming out from under the bureau. Didn't work.

5th day: I actually ventured out into the "open," but not when Mom was nearby.

6th day: Finally, I actually came out to play with Mom. I called her the "Lady" back then.

Yes, I can count, and I know 6 is more than 5, but I wanted you all to see that once I came out from under the bureau, I liked it. But to this day Mom can't hold me.

Tag 3 and tell them.

I tag Monty Q, Dobby, and Poppy Q