Posted Online: Jan. 20, 2013, 4:51 pm
I'm not telling what I did with those paper towels!
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By Abby Van Bruwaene
Hi. My name is Abby Van Bruwaene, and I want to thank the Quad City Animal Welfare Center for finding me a wonderful home and Mommy Pat. I'm now 10 months old and still a baby girl cat, but I am healthy and very happy.
Abby lives happily with Pat Van Bruwaene in East Moline.
When Mom first brought me home, she put me downstairs in the kitchen and laundry room -- way too big a space, so I hid for a few days. She left the lights on so I could see my food, water and litter box, but I wasn't coming out. She left all the doors open, and eventually, I went upstairs and slept with Mom in bed.
Now that I'm becoming a big girl, I sleep in my own bed most of the time. I wake her up every morning really early because I like her to go to the bathroom with me. I go everywhere in the house now except the garage or outside.
I only go outside in my cat carrier. I hate that thing, but I need to use it when I go to the vet to get my nails cut. Everybody there says I'm a great patient; they call me good little Abby girl.
I get a lot of attention and have about 20 toys my aunts and Mom got me. I am particularly fond of my power puff and carry it everywhere. Aunt Cheryl got me a pink squeaky purse; Aunt Corky got me a turtle that jumps up and down when I swat it; Aunt Ann brought me a toy from Santa Fe and a fuzzy bull from South Dakota; and Aunt Kay bought me a paper-towel holder.
Sounds like a strange present, doesn't it? I'm not going to tell you what I did with a roll of towels, but Aunt Lisa asked Mom what the heck happened, and she said I was designing a work of art. That is all I have to say about the incident.
At first, I was scared of my Cat Tree. It's seven feet tall and is carpeted and has a swing. Now, I love that thing. I climb up and watch the birds, squirrels, deer and gophers out the basement window. Sometimes I nap on the top level.
At first, I wasn't too fond of Aunt Lisa. She ran the vacuum and scared me to death. Now, though, she has to tell me to get out of the way. I watch her to make sure she does a good job, and then we have lunch every Thursday. She even sent me a card to tell me she loves me.
Mom and I watch TV. I love to watch TV, and she leaves it on for me when she leaves the house. We watched some of the Olympics last summer, and she told me if there were a Cat Olympics, I'd be a gold medalist in soccer, high jump, track and field and balance beam.
I don't know where I came from, but I'm so happy where I am. Mom's so proud of me: I've never had an accident (you know what I'm talking about). Since I'm only 10 months old, I can't write or use the computer YET, so I asked Mom to send this letter.
Well, I have things to do and have to go now -- it's about time for my mid-morning treats!