Seeing as Pepper is now famous as the cat on my profile photo (and some of you know what a delightful cat he is), it's time we heard about him. This is Pepper's story.
The house where I first saw Pepper was a sad sight. Dozens of dogs and cats ran throughout the small grassless yard and more could be heard inside. Pepper was the last of the litter to go, but by no means was he the runt: right from the start you could tell he was going to be a big cat. He was passed over because he was covered in muck.
A common misconception about cats is that they need to drink milk. Far from it – many of them are allergic to the stuff. I’d owned such a cat before and recognised right away what the problem was with Pepper. This pitiful, filthy ball of black fur was literally being poisoned by kindness. But the little kitten was not about to suffer that chaos any longer. He had a plan.
As soon as he was placed in my hands, he squirmed around until he faced me and then latched onto my shoulder. Immediately he began a purr to rival a chainsaw, with his whole body vibrating as hard as it could. He rumbled his way into my heart right then and there, which was just as well because he wasn't about to let go of my blouse.
It didn’t take much to clean up this little gem. Ten years and 15lbs of muscular bulk later (no excess fat – the vet says he’s buff), he still purrs like a chainsaw and has been a source of fun and many laughs. Here’s to another 10, mate.
4 comments:
thanks for sharing, but where is the picture of Pepper? You must add a picture, please.
Pepper is the photo I have for my profile. And one day I'll get a photo of him for the Latter-day Life page - he really doesn't like having his photo taken!
This is a very lovely story. And the photo is great!
Growing up my mother always gave milk to our cat when he was ill... poor Lieutenant Whiskers may your purrfect lil furry body rest in peace.
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