Nicknames: Peekie, Peekaboo-boo, Peeka, Princess Peekie, Monkey Wu, Peeka-weeka, The Peekster, and to her dismay, Peeka-poo-poo. Since our road trip, she's known as Miss Howling Woof as well.
Birthday: December 23rd 2009
Coloration: Gray Tabby
Likes: She loves to be with her family, snuggling and playing.
Pet-Peeves: Being locked in her room when mama can't supervise her activities.
Favorite Toy: She loves anything whether a toy or a Coke box. She thinks they're all wonderful.
Favorite Nap Spot: On the daybed with all her stuffed animal friends.
Favorite Food: Taste of the Wild, Rocky Mountain blend
Skills: She's an escape artist. She can measure, jump, and be over a fairly tall barrier before you can catch her.
Arrival Story: I found Peekaboo through a local rescue organization. Her name at that time was Petunia. While checking to see if Gunnarr's last brother had been adopted, I saw Petunia's gorgeous face and fell in love. A couple of weeks later after an interview with the foster mom and a meeting at the local Petco store, our beautiful new daughter became Peekaboo and came home to start her new life with us.
Bio: PEEKABOO AS A KITTEN: Peekaboo is a beautiful kitten. She has the face of an angel and little wings of hair that stick out from the sides of her head like either angel wings or baby devil horns. We haven't quite decided which they are. She is extremely intelligent and figures things out quickly. She sometimes attacks her big brother, Gunnarr T, biting off more than she can chew. Peekie will be traveling with us and Gunnarr T this coming summer, riding in the stroller with her big brother, and of course, modeling for her mama. I hope she will follow in the footsteps of her big sister, Miss Muppet.
PEEKABOO GROWN UP: (Or not). At two years of age our little Peekie is still a kitten. Although extremely intelligent, she exhibits a sort of sweet naivety and innocence. Peekie has a most endearing personality. She greets you with a light, questioning trill and has many different vocalizations which she uses to communicate. She wants to be loved but only when she wants to be picked up and cuddled and kissed. She is also a bit of an instigator. She appears to be trying to escape from her big brother, Gunnarr, only to begin teasing him as soon as he gives up the chase. Peekie and her brother, Gunnie, travel with us. She is not the best traveler, but once we arrive at our destination, Peekie is completely at home in the camp trailer. She and her brother enjoy riding in their pet stroller, although Peekie is a bit shy and somewhat skittish. Our first photo shoot with Peekaboo showed great promise, but apparently she has decided that sitting in a chair and looking happy and engaged for the camera is too much work. She prefers candid shots or making play videos to posing, so we’re not pushing her. Maybe time will allow her to become a quality model. Only Peekaboo knows, though.
HONORS: 05/8/10 daily diary pick, 05/09/10 daily diary pick, 05/13/10 daily diary pick, 05/18/10 daily diary pick, 06/20/10 daily diary pick, 11/11/10 daily diary pick, 01/20/11 daily diary pick, and 02/03/11 daily diary pick. Diary of the Day 12/01/10. Daily diary picks 04/22/11, 04/23/11, 05/10/11, 08/24/11, and 12/26/11. Winner of Cat and Dog Plaza group May Photo Contest. Daily Diary Pick 07/14/12, 08/12/12, 10/14/12, 11/14/12, 11/21/12, 12/14/12, 02/27/13, 04/23/13, 04/27/13, 05/17/13, 06/05/13, and 06/15/13. Peekaboo was Cat of the Week August 21, 2012.
Ooh, ooh. Thanks to all the kitties and doggies who sended me the most bootifull birfday prezunts. You made my page look so pretty. I specially trezure the good wishies from all my friends. I did have a happy birfday. I got two mousies. Mama tooked out two, one white one and one dark gray one. She holded em both up, and I got to choose. First I thot the white one, but then I liked the dark gray one better, so when he wiggled, I tacked him. I sure showed that mousie who is boss around here.
Mama finally foundened the turkey karkuss. I didn't kill him as bad as mama thot. He was just layin under the Kissmouse tree with one of his leggies missin. That is the teensy oranj piece of felt mama foundened. Anywhoo, the turkey got his leggie fixed, and mama hanged him back on the tree but in a diffrunt spot. I guess I am not in trubls no more, so maybe Santa Claws will bring me somethin for Kissymouse.
Well, it is kind of a long story, but mama sez I am a turkey assasin. What does that even mean?
Years and years ago when mama was werkin at the hopsital she buyed some little ornamunts in the gift shop. There is a pink bunny, little pink mouse, and a baby Thanksgivin turkey.
Gunnie and I were bout six years old when we saw our first Kissmouse tree. That was last year. Mama was amazed that we were pretty good, but I broked one ornamunt when I slapped it REAL hard. It went swoosh off the tree, went up in the air, and comed down and broked in a gazillion piecers. This year mama decidered not to tempt fate, so she put the little soft animals on the bottom of the Kissmouse tree where the carpet meets the wood floor. She thought that would keep me from gettin in trubls and save the Kissmouse ornamunts.
OK, so bout three times the Thanksgivin turkey diss-peared off the tree. Mama usually founded him in the hall. The first time she thought it was our little chirpy robin toy, but no, it was the poor turkey. Each time mama just put him back on the tree. I guess she thought she would teach me a lesson bout leavin things alone. Um, that did not werk cuz now the turkey is missin, and one part of him is all she can find. She knowed I was the one who did it cuz Guns gets into diffrunt kinds of trubls. Mama is still serchin for the dead turkey's body, but I will never tell where I leaved his carkass. So much for trainin kitties. :)