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| Name: |
Pepper
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Age: |
23 months old
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| Gender: |
Female
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Kind: |
Siberian Forest Cat
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| Home: |
London, England
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Pepper
is a paradox. She is the most loving purrball around, but she also
likes violent playfighting. I try to discourage this but there is no way to
know when she will pounce. I think it's the wild cat in her. She has a lot of
wild in her breed and colour - her furry ears and black feet.
When she goes wild, I throw a towel over her and it chills her out. She loves
playing under towels, lying stock still and waiting to stalk something!
Her TICA name is Musrafy Perpetua. She's a good mouser. She runs around my
kitchen slipping all over the lino, she is very hilarious.
She is a shoulder rider and will balance easily around my neck as I go about
my housework. She is into her routine - every morning she cuddles with me in
bed before I leave for work. When I come back from work and open the door, she
comes running and meowing to be picked up and stroked.
I tried to train her to use the toilet, she gave it a good go but ultimately
became confused and I terminated the training. Also I only have one loo and it
was a bit unfair on my lodger. She is very clever, opens doors and finds her
way on top and under everything.
Her fur is like cornsilk. Her whiskers are very long and she has the typical
Siberian "triple purr" which is a very light constant purr, a heavier rasping
purr over in addition to a sort of nasal, whistling purr. When she's excited
she also makes puffing sounds. She has a range of chirps and noises. She
absolutely loves playing with the laser light. She is very good about going in
her carrier on the bus and to the vet. She actually likes travelling and I
love showing her off to strangers.
She lives in my flat. I wish she had some outside space but she is too
precious to risk it. Once I left a window open and she disappeared. I felt so
ill I immediately scoured the area and within half an hour had stuck up about
40 Missing posters. I found her in the russian deli under my flat, curled up
in the stockroom, eating salami! That won't be happening again!
I love her to pieces.
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