Happy Birthday!

Mornin' Peeps!

This is my brofur, Peppers:

His 6th birthday is today, so I thought today's blog should celebrate him.  Happy Birthday, Peppers!

Here he is, in our dining room in his big cat bed, enjoying a leisurely bathing session.

This is him when MomKatt first met him, at the local PetSmart. (That's her arm in the first piccy, there.)  As you can see, he's a big guy (22 lbs) and the shelter folks had him in their largest cage!  He wasn't too thrilled about it, MomKatt tells me.

But she instantly felt sorry for him and attracted to his undeniable handsome manliness.  It was obvious to her that he was very unhappy in the cage, and that he did not understand why he was there.  When she petted him at first, he'd bite her a little, and exhibit some "restlessness" that threw up warning bells in her head.  She told DadKatt that she felt, if he was in that cage much longer, he'd go on biting and becoming more frustrated and unhappy, and someone would possibly get hurt when he didn't mean to hurt them, and then he'd be labeled "unadoptable" and then ... *covers eye with paws against the unpleasant thought* ... you get the picture.   

Obviously, such a charming and magnetic ManKatt could NOT be left to suffer such a potential, avoidable fate.

Peppers was special, too, in another way.  About two days before she met him, MomKatt lost my sisfur, Torrie, to heartworms.  She'd adopted Torrie from this same PetSmart and the shelter folks were so upset at Torrie's death (MomKatt had only had her for 6 weeks and there was no way anyone could have known about, or done anything about, the heartworms), they told MomKatt she could adopt another cat in Torrie's sted.

So she choose Peppers, feeling that Torrie had "led her" to him.  DadKatt agreed to the deal, and the rest is history.

Pepper's adoption sheet said he'd been given up due to "allergies".  We don't know if this was true or not; MomKatt wonders because, sometimes, when she or DadKatt go to pet him and they reach their hand over and toward his head, he'll pull back for a split second, as if perhaps he's remembering something unpleasant or instinctively avoiding something (being hit?  Bast forbid ... *shudders* ... what a horrible thought.)  Then, he recovers and he's fine 'cause he knows their hands would never, EVER hurt him or cause him any mistrust issues.  They only dispense LOVE & I can attest to that!

Nevertheless, MomKatt does wonder sometimes ... and that, of course, makes her hug him one extra time ... or two extra times ...  He's definitely an armful!   
 

Isn't that a great manly profile?  He's got a sweet face.  How could you NOT fall in love with him?

Like all of us in the Carter Clowder, he loves his sun puddles.  (MomKatt pulled the Hazel Lucy blanket over him for this shot and he didn't move a muscle.  He was O-U-T.)

Indeed, my brofur is quite the dapper chappie.  And for you girl kitties out there, yes, I'm sorry but he DOES have a girlfriend - the lovely Alexis Tippy, in Alexandria, VA.

(Psst!  She LOVES Krispy Kreme donuts!  Or, more specifically, the KK donuts BOX!  MOL)  She's really pretty.  Almost as pretty as Morticia.  ;-)  (Morticia's her bestie/BFF, too, BTW.  Alexis is almost part of our furramily!)

Here is another picture of Miss Alexis:
 

 


Here's the boy in an early "courting" photo when they first got together.  Note the Beau Brummel red bow tie. 

They're engaged, but we've no wedding date just yet.  Alexis' meowmy had one of those "pink kittens" a few months ago, so she's been kinda busy with that little guy.

A few facts about Peppers.  His nicknames are "P", "Mr. P" and "P-Man".  He has "Patented Rumbly Purrs" (and they are REALLY loud when he's really happy!) and a white cravat beneath his chin.  He PASSIONATELY loves to drink from sinks, mostly Mom&DadKatt's bathroom sinks and he's trying to get DadKatt to teach him to shave.  I know this 'cause he sits on the bathroom counter while DadKatt gets ready in the morning and MomKatt insists that's what he's trying to tell DadKatt.  Peppers feels it would be part of some "father-son" bonding thing ... eh, I dunno, though.  I think he'd look silly shaved, don't you?

Bet Alexis would think so!


Oh!  I almost forgot:  he's got an AWESOME TUMMY!

 
And pretty eyes.

So anyway, happy 6th birthday to my big, loveable brofur (The Lug)!  May he have many, many more!

PURRZ!

Selina

PS - Can't get enough of The P-Man?  Well, feel free to visit Peppers on Catster!  Just click on his name!  And tell him you were there!