Hi. I have spent the past several months in a box on the top shelf of the closet. I was being kept as a "back-up" Hitty in case the other Hitty got lost or something. Well, I got pretty sick of it, I can tell you. I kicked on my box until the man of the house climbed up on a stool and looked to see what was up there. "Hey," he said, "There's something in a box up here."
I pursuaded them to let me out. I was good and ready for a new look (especially since my "old" look was already taken by the household Hitty). I signed up for a makeover. So here I am.
Now if only I could talk her into giving me some saddle shoes...
I'm ready to PLAY!