So it looks like I'm gettin' a siblin'.
Peepers has already named her, Saffron.
Now, I say her, on account of Peepers thinkin' she's a girl, but you know the peep: she's not very good at that sort of thing. Might I remind you 'bout my brothers Nerissa, Desdemona, and Calista? Not to mention my sisters Mason and Tobias.
So here's the deal: a few weeks ago, while out on a walk, Peepers met up with a charcoal grey kitty a couple blocks away. Said kitty was sittin' pretty in someone's front lawn and Peepers thought for sure she lived at that house. New peeps had recently moved in, you see, and she figured she belonged there. Plus, she looked pretty confident. Confident like a kitty looks while out and about patrollin' their own property.
A few days later, Peepers saw the same kitty on the lawn across the street but hey, maybe the kitty was wantin' to meet her new neighbours?
But then three weeks ago or so, Peepers met up with a charcoal grey kitty sittin' in a ditch on a totally different street, 'bout halfway between our - I mean, MY - house and the first house I mentioned. Now this kitty was far more timid than the one she first saw, and when Peepers said hello, the kitty ran away, which is odd on account of Peepers talkin' to birdies and rocky raccoons and even skunks on a regular basis and NONE OF 'EM EVER run away.
I'm surprised some of 'em haven't followed her home.
But I digress.
Well about two weeks ago, Peepers saw a charcoal kitty on our - again, I mean, MY - veranda, watchin' the birdies. Now this kitty looked an awful lot like the kitty or kitties she saw before, but THIS kitty was super scared. When Peepers opened the front door, the kitty ran off at top speed like a bat out of you-know-where.
But not one to be daunted...
Not one to be daunted, Peepers started puttin' some food - MY food, and don't even think I don't know it - out on the veranda every mornin' and sure enough, the little charcoal grey kitty has been coming every single day for brekkies. She eats everythin' Peepers gives her so she's definitely hungry, but when Peepers puts out a second serving in the afternoon, she'll leave some of that on the plate. Clearly she's not a feline vacuum like my late brother Andy.
But she's still scared. Super duper scared, if you know what I mean. She won't let Peepers anywhere near her.
Of course, she might just be practicin' public health protocols and be really good 'bout social distancin' and that sort of thing.
And now, gosh darn it, Peepers has gone and named her. And you know what they say. They say, once you name a kitty, said kitty is yours.
Peepers is sure Saffron is not feral. Probably abandoned, and maybe that first day when she saw her, Saffron had only recently been abandoned but over time, she has become more and more scared of people. Peepers is hopin' that day by day, she'll be able to gain more and more of Saffron's trust and then we can get her inside. And then, my friends, I'll have a new sister.
That's still to be determined.
Peepers really needs to stop namin' kitties from afar, you know? Gives kitties a complex when manly mancats have girly-girl names, and the lovely ladycats' names are all butch.
But hey, Peepers name is PEEPERS - HAHAHAHAHAAAA... - and that's about as weird as a name can possibly get.
AM I RIGHT?
Of course I am right.
Remember to mask up, too.