Pepper

My Mommy found me living in a downtown gas station dumpster when I was just a kitten. She took me in - she couldn't help it, I was irresistable. And that was the last I stepped foot in the outside world for five years. I lived in a loft downtown with her and my Dad, and my brother, Tigger. We moved to Ktown a little over a year ago, and much to my pleasure, was allowed outside for the first time since I was rescued from that dumpster. Being the saddlebagged belly, loft dwelling tenderfoot, slow but sure teddy bear that I am, my family figured that I would be the peaceful, loving, run for cover, outside kitty. Little did they know, I LIVE FOR THE KILL. That's my 5th birdie (well, that Mom knows about anyway).