Here is a message from Pete!
When I first moved to Portland it was wet, and cold, and I was sad. Obviously, I needed a cat. I went to the Humane Society and picked out a fuzzy feller named Little Man, whom I chose for his curiosity and positive outlook on life (I also got a black cat because it was buy on get one free day, but that’s another story).
He was a real charmer, despite missing patches of fur all over his back legs and having a gimpy back left knee. It was love at first site! He also won me over with his enchanting green eyes and intuitive stare. I promptly renamed him Bungo and a new life began for us both!
Quite possibly the cutest thing that Bungo does is crawl underneath the covers and curl up next to your stomach for a nap. In fact sometimes he’s kinda pushy about it with some violent head buts until you relent. However, despite all of this adorableness, Bungo is a little shithead (or more affectionately, “you little dingleberry!”). One morning I was brushing my teeth in our small, moldy bathroom, looking out the open window that our cats use to get in and out of the house. I was admiring the amazing number of hummingbirds in our yard when all of a sudden Bungo jumped in the window with a live garder snake in his mouth. He let out a dubious “mew” and dropped the snake on the counter next to my tube of tooth paste. After spitting toothpaste all over the mirror I screamed “you little shit! take this with you!”. Startled, and confused, Bungo lept out of the window, leaving me with a writhing snake in the bathroom sink at 8 in the morning.
(Editor’s note: my old cat Tom did this to me with a bat once. A REAL BAT. ANIMAL. AN ANIMAL.)
Please, I hope you all enjoyed this kitty’s antics! Look forward to Pete’s future correspondences, re: awesome kitties out west. I will keep you updated to an upsetting amount.