Hi, my name is Pepper. I am Ella Numera Una's cat, and I've been featured a couple times on my Human's blog. Today, I'm "guest posting," whatever that means, at the behest of Mama Kat. Well, when I heard that a fellow kitty cat needed me, I got up from my nap to tippy-tap. This is Prompt #1, I'm supposed to tell y'all, for Mama Kat's Writer's Workshop.
I'm an inside kitty, who works real hard at my job, which basically consists of eating. Oh, and sleeping a lot, too. I eat my breakfast kibbles each morning, then spend the rest of the day figuring out how to steal my stepsister's food. That's why I pretty much look like I've swallowed a bowling ball.
Speaking of which, my stepsister, Patch, and I have a rocky relationship. You see, she's twice as old as I am, and kind of gets her fur all up in a wad when I'm around. I try to stay out of her way, but I have to admit, I'm a tad jealous. Patch is an outside kitty, so she gets to come and go as she pleases. Occasionally, though, I do escape, which doesn't please my Humans all that much. In fact, it pretty much pisses them off. Hey, am I allowed to say that?
Since I'm forced to make do with what I can find within the confines of my home, I've been known to come up with creative ways to entertain myself. I collect Christmas bows, and have a stash of them hidden hither and yon. I also help my mommy Human, Melissa B., with her blogging. Well, at least she thinks I'm trying to help. I actually just like to nest on the laptop because it keeps my butt warm, in all kinds of weather!
A note about my name. My Humans picked me up at the local shelter when I was 7 months old. Apparently, I'd been given up by my original family~something to do with allergies, I think. So I already had a moniker when La Familia Scribe adopted me. The lady at the shelter told Ella Numera Una that my name was "Pee Pee," so my Humans tried calling me that for a while. The shelter chick, obviously, couldn't read my adoption card. I think I acquired the name Pepper because I'm a white kitty cat with black spots. But when Melissa B. took me in for my first check-up, the vet said we must be mistaken about the name. I obviously, he said, should have been named MOO, because of my bovine tendencies.
Since today is New Year's Eve Day, I really can't say goodbye to 2009 without giving a plug for abandoned kitties like moi. Melissa B. has blogged about United Animal Nations before. They really do a great job helping animals who were in my situation. So, if you're making your New Year's resolutions, you might want to consider adding this great animal rescue group to your list.
Enjoy tonite's festivities. I won't be going out; I'll probably be all tangled up. Cheers!