Hello, My Name Is: Q-tip

Name, age, sex, breed: Q-tip, 11 years young, female, Domestic Long Hair & claiming Turkish Angora mixed

Owner, city: Klover Kim, S.F.

How I got my name: Although I now have abominable proportions, when I was adopted at just
a few weeks young I was a wee little kitbert reminiscent of a puff of
cotton on the end of a stick. Like a Q-tip. Plus I’m a fan of A Tribe
Called Quest.

How we met: I am the product of a promiscuous mixed-breed mother and a wanton, wayword father, whose identity will never be known to me. As with many
bastardized orphans, I idealize him and picture a charming, handsome, white knight with an alluring Turkish accent. Since my mother was so good at being a kitten factory, her owner put all us newbies up for adoption in a no-nonsense fashion which went something like this amongst the humans:

“Want a free kitten? I got tons of them.”

“Yes, actually my sister just moved into her first solo place and she wants a pet cat.”

“Take your pick.”

“They
are all so cute, but this one right here is the only one with David
Bowie eyes. I’ll take her even though my sis said she wanted a black
cat because of her monochromatic wardrobe.”

“Fantastic, she’s the runt of the litter…. Good luck!”

And
then I was transported for hours (which felt like eternity) in the car,
from sister to sister, to be hand delivered to my now current owner and
new mother (whom I love dearly!).

Siblings: They’re out there somewhere…

Personality type: Sweet, docile, lazy, self-centered prima-donna

Pet peeves: Being left alone for more than 12 hours

Favorite place to lounge: BED! Mostly my owner’s bed, which is much roomier than mine which I sometimes snuggle in next to the window.

Favorite foods: I have been eating Iams weight control dry food most of my life to maintain this girlish figure. I avoid wet foods because they can be so sloppy, but when I hear my owner open a can of tuna… I lose all respectibility and start begging like a baby.

Forbidden indulgences: Going into my owner’s closet when she is not home and trying on all her clothes.

Strangest habits: Demanding to be brushed. And often. And in a certain way. I will guide you with my big soft fluffy paws. ‘No, here! not there!’ Do not act shocked when I immediately start drooling like a siphon in ecstacy.

Stand-out physical feature: Mismatched eyes (a la David Bowie) left yellow, right blue. Long luxurious and ubiquitous white fur

Things you might not know if I didn’t tell or show you: I
know I may look like pure breed a pedigree, but I come from humble beginnings in a small town in North Carolina. Also, underneath all this fur, I am really skinny.

Images: Klover Kim

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