Pippin story #5. She is very missed.
Age 4
When Pippin was a kitten she loved to wrestle. I’d lower my hand onto her head, or face, or especially her belly. She’d squirm about and batter me back with a flurry of paws and teeth.
But not once did she ever scratch or bite me. She would keep her nails in when she booped me and place her teeth over my fingers but never pressed down.
Pippin Story #4. She is very missed.
When Pippin was 5 we made the… errr, misguided decision to get another cat, thinking she would enjoy the company.
No.
Moonshine joined the family and Pippin had opinions. Moonshine looooved Pippin and wanted do whatever she did. Go to wherever she did. Jump on Pippin for fun. Be a nudge in every possible way.
Pippin started working on a time machine to go back and correct our bad decision. 😆
This sums up the relationship.
Another Pippin story. She is very missed.
When Pippin first came into our lives at 12 weeks old, she came with her own furniture - a cozy kitten mat that she supposedly had commandeered from her 2 brothers. They were inseparable. (She and the mat, not the brothers 🤭.)
For 18 years when she wasn’t on my lap she could be found here.
I thought I would share some of Pippin’s stories. She is very missed.
Age 2
Pippin was an innovator in cord management before it was a thing. 😂
She routinely would find the most difficult places to access, twist her little body to fit, and make the craziest places look comfy. When she was done, she’d carefully extract herself, and walk away, never pulling anything that shouldn’t be pulled, or knocking anything over.
Pippin passed away January 30. I thought I might share some of her stories. She is very missed.
Age 5
We used to bring her on vacations to Vermont. In 2012 there was a ferocious windstorm and a small chickadee kept getting blown back into the cabin window. Every time it attempted to fly, the storm would throw it back.
Pippin watched with great interest. Night fell and the chickadee stayed put. So the 4 of us just watched each other, waiting out the storm.
Dan McCullough