Lest you ever look at sweet little Quinn with his flowing golden hair and blue eyes and delicate limbs and question if he is my child…wonder no more.
He wrote the following story for school, which, let’s be honest here, I could have written just for this blog. Evidently, the story is supposed to be “realistic fiction,” so you can either ignore the fact that the cats talk or, as Quinn explained to me, understand that when they are talking to each other, what we hear are meows and mews.
Quinn’s story is reproduced here not just with his permission but with his unadulterated glee. Quinn’s illustrations appear before the text (in quotation marks) that goes with them.
“The story is about 3 cats trying to get to 3 gerbils. The gerbils are: gerbil #1, gerbil #2, and gerbil #3. The cats are Oreo, Ruby, and Starfire. Oreo and the others want cat food—gerbils if possible.”
[Editor’s note: I would like to point out two things: 1) Even though the gerbils do actually have names, I guess Quinn made the choice to genericize them to make their imminent doom more palatable. 2) Quinn seems to be a fan of the Oxford comma. More proof that he is my kid.]
[Editor’s note: Anyone else worried about Quinn’s path STRAIGHT TO CHAINSAW?!]
[Editor’s note: Not gonna work for so many reasons including the fact that in that picture, Oreo seems to be holding the chainsaw in her mouth, but let’s hang in there and see where he goes with this.]
[Editor’s note: BUT WHAT DID STARFIRE HAVE?????!!!!!]
[Editor’s note: Ahhhh…Starfire had an IDEA.]
[Editor’s note: I think we have the answer to the question, “Which pets does Quinn like better, the cats or the gerbils?” Also, I think I might go reinforce those gerbil tanks.]