Once upon a time in 2005, there was a litter of cats born under a tarp that covered a boat that was on a trailer. The boat’s owner didn’t know about the kittens, and moved the trailer. By the time the boat’s owner found the kittens, the mother cat was nowhere to be found, and the kittens went to a local rescue group. They all got nautical names, and when they were old enough, they went to PetSmart for an adoption event.
A little gray kitten, named Pier, was looking out of the cage at PetSmart and his eyes locked with the head peep’s eyes, and it was love at first sight. There hadn’t been any plans to get a kitten right now, but little Pier came home anyhow, and was renamed Pierre.
He was kind of a timid little guy and spent a lot of his first week under the sofa, but quickly learned to come out for food and playtime.
(He still plays with that Christmas mouse to this day!)
And pretty soon he was hanging out on the bed like a big kid.
And of course showing off his spectacular kitten tummy.
He quickly showed a special talent for getting inside things.
Including getting into trouble.
He started to grow up, but he didn’t grow out of that tummy exhibitionism.
Or grow out of getting inside things.
Really, really inside things.
And under things, too.
He also learned to relax in front of the TV like a proper mancat.
And if you’re really lucky, he’ll flash you that tummy.
So happy 8th gotcha day, Pierre!
He’s glad to share this day with all of his friends around the blogosphere.