I’ve meant to publish a picture and some remarks about Pepper, our – to say the least – heaviest cat. Here he finally is:
He came to us as a stray more than two years ago and very soon settled in and became the dominant cat around the house.
We’ve always suspected there must be word-of-mouth around the stray cat population here in Karnes County, something along the lines, “If you don’t know where to get food and shelter, just run over to the Hickok place!” Or maybe they have even signposts out which we haven’t detected yet, saying, “For food, hang a left [or right, respectively] here!”
But back to Pepper: even if he soon became the dominant cat and sometimes terrorized the others – or, in a better mood, just let them know who is the boss – we have not yet been able to touch him. He still is too wary. We can’t come closer than, say, 2 or 3 feet. Only in the mornings, when he is hungry and sitting on the rafters in the garage, waiting for his food, one can come closer with one’s hand. But never touch him. We’d really like to get him and take him to the vet for a check-up and his shots, plus for having him fixed – but impossible. Maybe he senses what’s going to happen to him once we can catch him!
Here’s another, more recent picture of him:
Talking of dominant: He did rein in Oprah, this hissing witch who, in the house, terrorized the much bigger Frankie, so that she is reluctant to go out now, but he got his come-uppance when Bixby arrived. I’ve seen Bixby chasing Pepper all over the property. And, to tell the truth, Pepper is also very nice to little Mr. Pickwick. I’ve not yet seen him attack that little guy.