Pee Wer was so incredibly beautiful he didn't look real. He was such a picky eater although he did enjoy eating Fancy Feast. Not all flavors, of course. This would be the dinner routine: we would open a can and put it on a disposable plate. Then Pee Wer would be picked up and gently placed in front of the food. We would watch to see if it was going to be acceptable. Most of the time, he'd eat it. Sometimes, and this would throw us into fits of laughter, he'd smell it and start to sway back and forth as if the smell was going to make him pass out. Once, my oldest daughter and I decided we weren't going to place Pee Wer in front of his food. Instead, we set the plate of food on the floor in the kitchen and waited to see how long it would take Pee Wer to walk over to it on his own power. He was about eight feet away from where we placed the food. First, he totally ignored it. Would. Not. Look. At it. After a minute or two, he stole a few furtive glances but still hadn't moved from his spot. Then, he licked his chops a few times. He finally couldn't resist. He got up and very casually, without losing his cool aloofness, strolled over to his food and started to eat. The time? Seven minutes.
Like his brother, Weiner, he got hit on the dead-end street outside our home. It was devastating.
He was the sweetest, gentlest, most adorable creature. He was very quiet. Hardly ever made a sound and when he did, you could barely hear him. He was loved by us all.
Like his brother, Weiner, he got hit on the dead-end street outside our home. It was devastating.
He was the sweetest, gentlest, most adorable creature. He was very quiet. Hardly ever made a sound and when he did, you could barely hear him. He was loved by us all.
Pee Wer was so incredibly beautiful he didn't look real. He was such a picky eater although he did enjoy eating Fancy Feast. Not all flavors, of course. This would be the dinner routine: we would open a can and put it on a disposable plate. Then Pee Wer would be picked up and gently placed in front of the food. We would watch to see if it was going to be acceptable. Most of the time, he'd eat it. Sometimes, and this would throw us into fits of laughter, he'd smell it and start to sway back and forth as if the smell was going to make him pass out. Once, my oldest daughter and I decided we weren't going to place Pee Wer in front of his food. Instead, we set the plate of food on the floor in the kitchen and waited to see how long it would take Pee Wer to walk over to it on his own power. He was about eight feet away from where we placed the food. First, he totally ignored it. Would. Not. Look. At it. After a minute or two, he stole a few furtive glances but still hadn't moved from his spot. Then, he licked his chops a few times. He finally couldn't resist. He got up and very casually, without losing his cool aloofness, strolled over to his food and started to eat. The time? Seven minutes.
Like his brother, Weiner, he got hit on the dead-end street outside our home. It was devastating.
He was the sweetest, gentlest, most adorable creature. He was very quiet. Hardly ever made a sound and when he did, you could barely hear him. He was loved by us all.
Like his brother, Weiner, he got hit on the dead-end street outside our home. It was devastating.
He was the sweetest, gentlest, most adorable creature. He was very quiet. Hardly ever made a sound and when he did, you could barely hear him. He was loved by us all.
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