LEFT: Baby Pepper on his favorite spot, the deck rail overlooking the sea & seagulls.
RIGHT: When he grew up, Pepper changed his hunting spot to a log on the beach.
Hallo world. Here I am, and my name is Pepper, and today, 6 June 2002, I became the new Master of the Kiwi-de Jagers.
I just thought I'd let everybody in Meowmie's addressbook know that from now on, you will only receive mail from her if and when her schedule of tending to my every need allows it.
I may look Tabby, but I am the very proud son of a Tortie-point Siamese lady, but my dad was just a bum. But that life is behind me, now I am the King of the Castle, or the Boss of the Beach house, like Meowmie says.
I sleep in Meowmie's neck, and wake everybody at 2:00AM and run around in the house, much to the dismay of the horrible anti-kitty man in the bottom flat. Then he would hit the ceiling and slam doors and talk funny muffled words that we cannot hear.. good thing though, because if Meowmie heard what he said, she will get v-e-r-r-r-y-y mad (ain't got red hair for nothing. she's got a temper!). And all that because of the slight noise (aka RACKET) caused by my tiny little feet on the wooden floor. But I know how to calm her down when she gets cranky, I just jump on her lap and she starts spinning from ear to ear.
Meowmie says to finish typing, she wants to get some sleep in before I wake the neighbourhood again.
Have a meowtiful night's hunting now, hear?
Pepper the Tabby (oh, and the humans too)
Copyright © Kiti de Jager
April 5, 2003
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