I am Piper. I am a Norwegian Forest Cat. I have hugely fluffy paws with fur sticking out from between my toes. It helps me walk on snow, like wearing snowshoes. The rest of me is super fluffy and long-haired. You can pet me and your fingers will be plunging though thick, soft fur for several moments before you reach my lithe, little huntress body. I only weight six pounds, but I assure you - I am extremely cute and seriously bad-ass.
I am from Irvington, NJ and now live in West Orange with my five humans, many fish and a guinea pig. My humans are SOOOOO cute. They are so well-trained and easy to control. I really, really adore them. The Guinea pig and I signed a peace treaty early on and it works great. He's quite the adorable diplomat and negotiate a great deal: when one of us gets a treat for the human, the other one will too. Cooperation is amazing - but uncommon in my world.
I have a split tip on one of my ears from my days in Irvington when I had to show every Tom, Dick and Harry how bad-ass I am. They learned eventually. My split ear tip is my badge of courage. My humans require zero convincing that I am the boss. It's so good here. Purrrr. Purrrrrr. Purrrrr.
Once upon a time I lived on the streets of Irvington. Those were hard days. I won't ever forget them, because I learned to overcome the most difficult challenge. That made me an ace-hunter and superb philosopher. I am also not easily deterred when I have my mind set on something.
Before moving to West Orange, I had an affair with a Tom who shall remain nameless. We had three wee kittens before I had turned one. My mother would have been appalled, but alas, we lost contact after I moved out. (She does not have a phone and is not on FurBook. Old generation, you know?) One of our kittens didn't make it past infancy, a sad and difficult part of young motherhood for me. My surviving two girls and I were cared for by Miss Pats Cats. They were so good to us.
On January 31, 2016, my girls and I were all adopted to different homes. It was difficult to say good by to them, but I trust that they are as happy as I am. I could not be a happier cat. Life is good. And sometimes there are even treats.
With love,
Piper
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