She arrived in a basket.
Then she got down on the floor for a little bit. She is so tiny. She is just starting to walk.
I liked watching her. She cries a lot. I think that means she is hungry.
Her name is Zipper. Her mommy can't be found. So our friend Bonnie is raising her.
Bonnie has to fed Zipper with this little tiny baby bottle. Inside is kitty formula. I was thinking about trying it. No...not the milk, feeding Zipper:)
So I started to pet her so she would know who I was. But guess what happened? All of a sudden my airway started closing. I started coughing. My neck started to get scratchy and then my lungs started to tighten. And I had to go upstairs. Good thing my mom keeps an emergency inhaler in the store. I needed it four times before I could start breathing again. I had to do my relaxation exercises too. And drink water. Ugh!!! Sorry Zipper. I guess we can't be best friends after all.