Birthday: May 30th 1970 Coloration: Black Likes: Climbing the trees in the back door yard Pet-Peeves: People who are cruel to animals Favorite Toy: Piece of rope and crumbled paper Favorite Nap Spot: My bed and the back of a chair Favorite Food: Fish Skills: He would run and climb up my back Dwells:
indoors and outdoors Arrival Story: Peter was one of Snoopy's babies and was born in 1962. My mother had given Peter and his brother to a couple that lived in town. About two weeks later the neighbor kids found them in box that had been taped shut. They were both almost dead. Peter's brother died but Peter managed to pull threw. In the 1960's authorities didn't really do anything about abuse but my parents were furious and told them to never come around again or my father would take care of him. I babied Peter and we bonded very close. I can't deal with people who would do something like this to any living creature. They could have just given them back. Bio: Peter was a real character. The first time he saw snow, he put his paw out and when it touched the cold snow he jumped and ran back into the house and hid. Needless to say getting him to go potty outside in the winter time was easier said than done. There really wasn't litter trays back then and Peter decided that my mother's plants were the answer to the bathroom problem. It didn't make my mother very happy though. Peter is the cat that my Unteese, German Shepherd/Collie mix, chased and when I got to Peter I ran for the back door. But unforturnately for me, the back door stuck and Unteese came up on my left side and Peter was scared and used my face for a launching pad. My parents weren't home and I couldn't stop the bleeding and couldn't see. The pastor saw my car and thought he would stop and say hi. He tried ice but the bleeding was too bad so he took me to the emergency room. Peter broke my nose, I had numerous stitches in my face and ended up with black eyes that literally came almost to my chin. People at work used to say, "How b-i-g was that cat anyway?" Peter passed away in 1971. When he disappeared I was devastated and searched everywhere for him. My parents wouldn't tell me until I was in college that he had been hit by a car. They were trying to spare me the heartbreak because I took Snoopy's death so hard. It actually was worse because I had no closure and I loved him so very much. Rest in peace my precious baby and I will see you once again in heaven. Forums Motto: I will survive! The Groups I'm In: AGAINST ANIMAL CRUELTY, ^*^Over The Rainbow^*^ I've Been On Catster Since: