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.
Yesterday we were still all in bed. Mama was listenin to the radio. All of a sudden Guns and I heared a buncha dawgs barkin. They were barkin Jingle Bells REALLY loud. I started growlin like a junk yard dawg, which made mama start to giggle. Guns growled and jumped off the bed. He ran down the hall to make sure the dawgs were not in the livin room. Then I ran after Guns to help him fight off the dawgs we thought were in the livin room, maybee comin in the fronterest door. Then after a few minutes, the dawgs stopped barkin and just diss-peared. Where did they go? Mama told us it was just a song on the radio, but we do not beleeve her.
Guns has been takin some medsins. He started taking the medsins on Tuesday evenin, and by last night he was very crazy. He was not even stalkin me, he was just chasin me everywhere. I tried to hide, but Guns kept findin me. When I could not run fast enuff, he tackled me. Then he jumped on me and kept rollin me round and round. Mama yelled at him, and he stopped but only for a coupla minutes. Finally mama heard me tellin Guns in no uncertain yowls that I DID NOT LIKE what he was doin. Mama started bein worried Guns might hurt me, so she put Guns in the bathroom for a few hours to calm down. I am big and almost as heavy as my crazy bruther, but he is WAY stronger than me. I was real happy this mornin when I got my nice bruther back. He gived me a bath and kitty kissies. We ressled a little bit, but he was not mean.
Mama called this mornin bout the crazy medsins. Guns is not gettin anymore ever. I think Unkl is gonna figure out somethin diffrunt for Guns. I sure hope so. I love my nice bruther, but the crazy bruther? Well, anybuddy can have him...permanent. ;)
Those darn it fleas are makin Catster not much fun. Time has beened draggin long while we wait to see what happens. Gunnie and I are gettin kinda bored, and then the fleas come along and make things worse. I just wanna go for a stroller ride in the sunshine. Sigh...
Mama was cleanin the hous today, and she put our pet stroller out in the hall while she was cleanin the offis. I decidered to take a nice nap in the stroller. Guns and I both nap in the stroller most anytime we get a chance. Anyhow, mama decidered to bring the stroller with me in it back into the offis when she was finished cleanin. I like to jump out of the stroller when it is movin. Mama sez that is a defi-nut no-no, so she zipped me in for our ride to the offis. Mama left and went down to the garbages for hours and hours. Well, it SEEMED like hours and hours to me. When mama comed back in, she heard sumbuddy cryin for help. It was me; mama leftened me trapped in the stroller, and I was missin lunch! Oh, NO!!!
It is a good thing I can holler real loud cuz mama comed in wonderin why I was throwin a fit. Then she realized I could not get out and undid the zipper. I sploded out of that stroller, gave mama a dirty look, and runned for the kitchen and my lunch. I am so insultered that mama could forget me, even for a single minute.