A few months ago, Quill fell in love with a tiger. Not just an ordinary tiger, but a white tiger with blue eyes. I was sitting on my bed, and he had just come to say hello, and I was showing him my stuffed beanies. I pretended that the tiger was a kitten and made it mew and paw at him, and all of a sudden, Quill grabbed it with his teeth by the "scruff" and flung it off the bed. Thus the love of him and his Tiger was now sparked, and ever since, Quill has been playing with it. He carries it upstairs, he looks for it after we've all gone to bed. All the while he meows for it, and when he finds it he likes to bring it to me. In the morning I will often find it wedged in my door. Half of the whiskers are gone, and it's kind of yellow now (need to wash it,
), but it's still his Tiger, and they will never be apart.
