Peppurrr. The darlingest, cutest, funniest, friendliest (if he knows you and/or you smell like “squishy food”), sheddingest, nosy-est, spastic-est kitty in the land. He and hubby are Co-Presidents of their very own and Exclusive Mutual Admiration Society.
He eats like a horse and never gains an ounce. Just like his Daddy. What’s up with that? He’s a wee bit afraid of the chickens, and they know it. He’s the champion field rat catcher, and delights in bringing unhurt rats into the bedroom at 2 am for a little game of chase. We adore him and sometimes he adores us back, especially at sunset ~ snack time. He decorates the house with loads of kitty fur, dead birds, ball moss, mice.
Peppurrr. He took off for a couple of days and I cried. He came home and I was overjoyed yet angry. He later got in my lap and all was forgiven.
Poppet. Laid back, sassy, laps only in winter, sweet-voiced, non-demanding (except first thing in the morning ~ she likes her fresh breakfast kitty food). She is not slim, and favors a good, solid plop somewhere comfy over a strenuous workout, just like her Momma. She is the ultimate camo artist, and often hides in plain sight. She gives mice, rats, baby bunnies, lizards, dragonflies & birds hell. She fears no chicken, and they know it.
She is amazingly agile for an overweight kitty. She nimbly jumps thru squares of fencing wire from a flat footed postion. She has never run off, and always comes to hang out with me where ever I might be. She has a shameless addiction to the shedding blade (its a curry comb for cats). She and Peppurrr are only weeks apart in age, but galaxies apart in personality. They put on a show of typical big brother- little sister in public, but get along beautifully on the sly.
She’s a rather no-nonsense sort of kitty. We love her!© Copyright 2011 Leegay, All rights Reserved. Written For: Truth In Decorating