A Cat named Peter.

    Yes I'm the crazy one who named my cat Peter. Its been about a year ago this sickly ugly stray cat showed up at my house. I'm the first one to tell you...I hate cats! This cat was starving to death and was very nasty. Someone had dropped him off and left him for dead. I was in my carport one day when he showed up. Like everyone else I didn't want to feed him because then he wouldn't leave. So the next day he was still here. Eating grass right in front of me. I couldn't help it, I could not sit here and watch this thing starve and die in my yard. So, my husband took some Vienna sausages, that's all we had, chopped them up in a bowl and he ate it so fast it was like one bite. Of course he was still here the next day. Vienna sausages again for the second day. The third day I caved in and bought a small bag of food. He started becoming a happy little cat. Laying around the carport all day. Well I did mention that I hate cats, but this particular cat wanted to be around me. My husband fed him and gave him water but he still wanted to be around me. Needless to say I named him peter and he is a big fat lazy lovable cat now. He completely loves it here and is as healthy as can be. The squirrels taunt him because he cant catch them. Yet he tries. The birds pay him no mind as he sleeps in the grass right beside them. He hasn't a care in the world. That's my peter.