oh wonder ; enzo !

She was in a bad mood that morning, though she can't remember what about. By lunchtime she was better, and by the afternoon an almost-angel. But she was bored with being on her best behaviour that hour, bouncing a ball down the paths of the Victor's Village or running after TF until he climbed on the roof, thinking of ways to climb on the roof herself, finding a ladder next door but realising it was too heavy for her to carry, slumping back to their porch to find TF curled up on a chair anyway.

"Mister Tee Eff!" she grumbled, enveloping the old ginger cat into her arms as she mimicked her mother. "You're gonna be the death of me."

The cat squirmed at her touch, promptly  admitted defeat, and purred into Quinn's chest.

"Let's go find... Enzo," Quinn decided, burying her face into the sleepy creature's long fur as they stomped up the wooden stairs. TF was used to the little girl harassing him as much as possible. That was no fun. Enzo was patient enough, but Quinn was in the mood to annoy. If she had to be bored out of her mind til dinner, then everyone else in this house would suffer with her.

"ENZOOOOOO-O-O-O-O!" she bellowed, one arm awkwardly clutching TF - now half-hanging out of her grasp - whilst the other pounded a fist on his door. "I'm booOoooOOooOOoRED-UH!"

The thought occured to her that he might be taking a nap, and then she giggled. "Even better, Mister Tee," she smiled, pleased with the concept of waking him up for no good reason. 

The cat just sighed.