The little kitten that I saved from being killed by our last guardian dog is not all that little anymore. He was quite feral but has now decided that the world needs to know how special he is. No matter what he's doing, if he sees you in the barn yard, he leaves to come and tell you what a great cat he is and how lucky you are to get to pet him.It is time to give him a name.
I have dubbed him P.J. - Pete Jr.
In case you don't remember, Pete Sr. was a very honored cat around our farm.
He had also been born a feral cat but had become the ambassador of good will in our barnyard. He was killed by the last guardian dog a few years ago and is very much missed.
He greeted everyone, kept the mice down and had a great sense of humor.I have explained to PJ what big shoes he has to fill by receiving that name.
Did he think he was up to it?
He said he'd give it his best shot.