Piggy

One day when I was driving home from SMS in my super cool new Chrysler Laser with the sun roof open and windows down my music stopped.  I had to change the cassette.  For those of you struggling with that word, ask me later.  Geez....ANYWAY...I had to stop for someone that was turning off of Grant St. and I heard a wailing sound.  I turned on the side street expecting to see a child in trouble, but instead I see a bony, greasy, tiny little cat.  I opened my door to get out and in she jumped.  Little did she know she had just hit the jackpot.  I thought for one second, maybe I should try to find her owner, and the next second I thought my daddy is not going to let me keep this cat.  But I drove home anyway....plotting my story about how this cat was just in the driveway when I came home from school...isn't she just the cutest thing?  I actually lied to my dad....yipes.

He did not think she was cute.  He said he would try to find her a home.  The cat was scrawny, I'm talking bones and some fur.  She was SO dirty, and had grease caked in her fur.  She wouldn't stop talking tho, and ate like there was no tomorrow.  I'm sure she thought I'm probably outta here tomorrow so I'd better eat everything they have.  I fed her cat food, but she wanted everything.  Cheetoes, strawberries, cherrioes...you name it, she ate it.    Thus the name Piggy.  She ate like that till the very end.  Daddy never did find her another home.  She had him wrapped around her paw in no time.

She was a sassy cat, one time Brian was picking on me back when we were dating, and I was fake whining and said Piggy!  Bite him....SHE DID IT!   This was the kind of cat she was.  Protective, sassy but loyal.  Piggy would tear apart any cat that came on the property, even at 20 years old!  But she tolerated Leo...could never figure out why she didn't try to kill him too.  We'll miss her...we sure do get attached to the little critters.   Hug your cat tonight  :-)

You are loved, Sharla