I used to foster kittens for the Pierce County Humane Society. A little over 4 years ago, I cared for two male kittens - siblings. They looked quite different from one another, and my husband and I fell in love with them. That was the end of my fostering days. Unknown to us, Pierre was mostly a Norwegian Forest cat. He developed tufts of fur between his paws and in his ears as well as growing a long bushy tail, somewhat like a squirrel's. His brother, Whiskers, was a short hair with beautiful markings and a quiet, shy personality. Sadly, at 15 months, Whiskers was diagnosed with cancer and didn't live much longer.
Pierre has been the most affectionate cat I have ever owned. Actually, at times he acts more like a dog. He greets us at the door when we arrive home, flips over, and wants his stomach petted. He frequently takes naps with me; or maybe I do with him. It seems that whenever I am reading one of my required course books, writing a paper, or working on a project such as weaving, he decides it's lap time. Recently he decided that the cubby hole of my desk was a suitable area for viewing my progress. Why the name Pierre when he's Norwegian? As a kitten, he would come running and stick his face in any wine glass that happened to be placed on the coffee table. We thought a French name suited him perfectly!
Pierre viewing table loom
Pierre in the cubby hole
Latest pin weaving progress
