a few posts ago I wrote about the uneasy peace (momentarily) achieved by the three feline
roommates , erm, combatants. some commenters asked about Pepper,(aka Dr. Pepper, Peperito) the tuxie-cat.
if you don't feel like clicking, here's Pepper's tale, retold.
Pepper lived, along with two other cats, with JoAnne, my mother-in-law. pretty decent life for a cat as JoAnne was a dedicated cat lover. or as some may say, a CCL. all three cats were in- and out-doors. when JoAnne died this Summer, the other two cats were easily scooped up and taken by a family friend. but not Pepper. no siree. he decided to go feral. and for over two months, either teh SO or one of his sisters will go by JoAnne's trailer to leave food and water for Pepper; rarely they'd get a quick glimpse of him and then he'd be gone.
after two months of paying the rent and still unable to catch Pepper we were starting to think we never would; at which time Pepper, having taken his sweet time, decided he was ready to go home and walked right up to my sister-in-law Tammy. and from her to us.
Pepper walks on velvet little feet. I cannot hear him. teh SO calls him "the ninja kitty who
skulks sneaks around the house". Pepper doesn't meow, he cries. a lot. a plaintive little cry with a question at the end. he misses JoAnne. so do we. Pepper purrs. a lot. sometimes while crying. he also likes to plop himself right on top of the keyboard. while I'm writing. Pepper also walks across the keyboard. he is trying to say something and I'm too obtuse to understand.