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.
Hey, everkitty. Mama sez I get to tell everbuddy thanks SO MUCH for the pretty Thanksgiving prezunts. I like the way they keep changin one way and then back. Maybee they catnot make up their minds? It was real nice of ya to think bout us for Thanksgivin.
I had a real nice day; Gunnie not so much...
Thanks again for those horn thingies! They make our pajs look real good.
Oh, I almost forgot. Ya know what mama did with my prize munnies? She buyed sizzers and a comber thingie to trim my bloomers. Does that seem fair to ya?
Oh, boy. I gotta tell ya all the terbl thing that happened to me a coupla days ago. Mama was still in bed, and I was sittin next to her pillow. She rolled over to pet me, and I started to leave. That was when mama sawed there was poo stuck in my bloomers. I get my bloomers trimmed, but somehow the poo still stuck. It was even worse cuz I had sittened down, and it was squished into my furs.
Mama leaped outta bed and catched me and tooked me in the bafroom. She got the poo off and then used three pet wipers tryin to clean my fur and make me smell better. It did not work! Mama sed I still stinked REALLY bad.
Mama let me go for a few minutes, so I did not know she was plottin gainst me. I did not know she was lookin for the speshl kitty shampoo and puttin some warm water in the baftub. Mama came and got me and took me to the bafroom. I figured somethin bad was gonna happen when she shut the door.
Mama was talkin real sweet when she picked me up and put me in the baftub. She knowed I was gonna throw a hissy fit, but she still was not ready. I flipped over on my back and got all of me wet stead of just my booty. I was screamin and fightin, and mama was worried I might bash my head on the side of the tub. I kept screamin "Guns! Mama is tryin to drown me!" Guns was outside the door yellin back "I'm tryin to save you, Peekie, but I catnot get in!" Oh, it was so horbl...
Finally I got kinda tired, so I couldn't fight so much, and mama quick scrubbed my booty and rinsed the kitty shampoo out. By then I was only moanin like I was dyin, and mama was so upset and skared that she had somehow hurtened me.
Once I was rinsed, mama got a towel round me, and we sat on the potty with her holdin me real tight. We were both pretty tired, so we just sat there until we calmed down. That was when mama looked down and sawed the water not drippin but runnin off the end of my tail onto the bafroom floor. Once we were calm, mama got anuther towel and tried to dry me, but I had nuther ideas. I wanted down, and I wanted out of the bafroom NOW!
Mama let me go and opened the door, and I runned up the hall and sat down and started tryin to fluff my drowned furs. I looked real insultered at mama, and she kept pollergizin to me bout the baf. She did say I smelled divine. What's divine?
When the baf was all over, mama went into the beddyroom and smelled the sheets. She made a face and took all the sheets off Mr. Big Bed and washered em. I wonder why?
Now whenever I go in the bafroom to use our potty, I am real spishus, and I try not to stay very long.
Yum! Every mornin and every evenin I get a chickie treet. This mornin Gunnie was laffin behind his paw. When I asked him what was so funny, he said mama was hiderin medsins inside the treet and I was clueless. Well, OK, I did not know there was medsin in the treet, but it was yummy, so why would I care? If I get two treets every day, and my tummy feels better, I am not gonna complain. The onliest thing is Gunnie gets some chickie treet too even though he does not need medsins.