Chilipepper - My Life So Far 2nd Ed. #Chilipawty #panferpawty

I will be 17 years old on May 6, 2014. That's my real birthday.

My mama was feral and Leslie's friend put a box out for her to use for her kittens. Cats are pragmatic, so my mama had me and five more little black squeaks right there in the box.

Leslie brought me and my brofur to this house. She let us pick our names. One day Leslie was using the kitteh-eater machine and the loud roar was so terrible that I ran out and attacked it. "Well aren't you a little chilipepper!" she said. That's how I got my name.

Me and my brofurcat Mr. Spooky, 1997.

The last time I saw my dear brofur he was very sick. He spent a couple days in vetjail and when he came home he didn't know me at first. I caught the biggest vole I could find and gave it to him. Later that day he got bad again. Leslie took him away in the car and he didn't come home ever again. I was very sad.

Two months later someone brought a little grey and white stripeybeast to our house and for some reason Leslie let it stay. The stripeybeast kept pulling my tail and pouncing me and being generally irritating. The stripeybeast is @sisfurcats Bugs Bunny.

A few weeks later I decided my brofur Spooky had simply gotten lost and I went on walkabout. Unfortunately climbing around in the forest snagged my collar in my armpit and cut right to the bone. I hid in the underbrush for days. I could hear Leslie calling me and she even walked right by me but I didn't answer. On the ninth day I decided to go home. My armpit healed up ok, but I didn't talk for months.

Me and my brofurcat Mr. Spooky, 1998.

The next summer I saw my dear brofur Spooky walking across the field. I was overjoyed to see him! I ran out and gave him a nosetap. Except it wasn't my dear brofur, it was some stranger. I gave him a good hissing! We kittehs have longer memories than you think.

In 2000 Leslie learned reiki and I suddenly realized that humans' laps are very comfortable. Leslie even attuned me! BTW, My furiend Henry @Quadpawd recently started #ReikiPawCircle on twitter and I encourage all Reiki anipals to join. Henry even started a Reiki Paw Circle bloggy.

In 2002 I had a serious medical emergency. One morning when I woke up and dragged myself to the food bowl something didn't seem quite right. My back end was paralyzed! Leslie drove me to University of Pennsylvania School of Veterinary Medicine (VHUP) Neurology/Neurosurgery, doing reiki on me all the way there. The emergency vet drilled a hole in my skull to let the evil spirits out. I was in vetjail for several days. The nice vets there gave me lots of attention and helped cure me. I could walk again but my bumper is very weak.

In 2007 a little black boy cat followed sisfurcat Bugs home. He kind of looked like my dear brofur Spooky. When they brought him in I hissed him around the house to show him who's boss. His name is Mr. Breeze and we get along quite well.

I steal Breeze's toys.

Last year I had another medical emergency. I vomited lots and hid under a chair and wouldn't look at anybody. Leslie thought it might be my time. But instead she took me to VSEC: Emergency and Specialty Animal Hospital. It turned out I had pancreatitis. So now I have to take nausea medicine, plus medicine for hyperthyroid plus sometimes pain medicine. I have special food but I won't eat it so I get expensive canned food. My kidneys are failing so Leslie now gives me subcutaneous fluids.

Patchwork Kitteh, June 2013

I have good days and bad days. But I have humans who love me and always do what is best for their kittehs.

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May 5th, 2014.
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Bugs Bunny - My Bio

I was born feral in June 1999 and lived in the wild with my mama and fursibs. I'd wrassle with my fursibs, mama would feed us, we'd sleep and then we'd wrassle some more. We were learning to catch and eat insects. Sometimes mama would bring us a deer mouse to play with. It was a good life.

Then one week everything changed. A human set out a Havahart Trap and caught us all! I was scared at first, but I quickly learned that humans dispense food every day, no hunting necessary. It doesn't rain inside humans' houses and there are lots of soft places to sleep. It was a good life.

After a few weeks my fursibs started disappearing. The human was taking them somewhere! Then one day she brought me here to live with Leslie, Bryan and Miss Chilipepper. Chili was very sad over the loss of her brofur at that time.  She didn't like that Leslie and Bryan didn't consult her before bringing in another cat. I teased her like crazy! (I still do sometimes.)

Chilipepper and I hunted quite a bit in the backyard. I am a fearsome huntress and she helped me perfect my death bite. Chili doesn't hunt that much any more but I'm still a killing machine at 13 years old. Sometimes I'll let her or our younger brofur play with my catch of the day.

I have Ninja skills. I can climb a chain link fence and walk along the top of it carrying my latest victim. I can climb trees. I can climb a ladder. There are plenty of voles and field mice in the yard and the occasional bunny. I perfected a hunting method called The Mole Stab for catching moles as they run through their tunnels.

As I get older I prefer to stay near home. There are plenty of voles and field mice in the yard and the occasional bunny or mole and lots of places to sleep. It's a good life.

Update 11/26:
I forgot to mention that in 2007 a lost and starving little boy cat waited outside for me every day and followed me around while I hunted. He didn't seem to like anything I caught. The humans let him in the house and and now he is brofurcat Mr. Breeze, also known as @kittehboi.