I was working at my second veterinary clinic in 2004 as a technician when I adopted Pippi.
My co-worker, Rachael, volunteered with an animal rescue group and had brought a few animals into work with her that day, one of the rescues was Pippi.
Pippi was just a tiny little kitten at the time, maybe just about 8 or 10 weeks old.
I fell in love with her because of her bold orange and white markings and because she didn’t have a tail. I am a sucker for tail-less cats. She was also a kitten, and who doesn’t love kittens?
Since Rachel’s group was overwhelmed with kittens and having difficulty finding fosters to care for them, she let me have Pippi.
Cats born without tails are prone to medical conditions, from incontinence to arthritis. Pippi doesn’t suffer from those issues, but she has dealt with a prolapsed anus her whole life. Basically, her colon protrudes slightly from her anus. It sounds awful, but it really is just a slight deformity.
We tried surgical correction as well as topical treatments, but nothing has helped.
It doesn’t seem to bother her at all, she’s happy and healthy otherwise.
Pippi is tiny, only weighing about 5 pounds and about half the size of a normal cat.
She is playful and fun, she loves to chase bugs and gets along well with my dogs. She will often try to sneak out of the house when I let my dogs out in the backyard. She’s so small and quick, she just runs right along under my bigger dogs. She knows she’s not supposed to go outside, when I catch her trying to sneak out I call her name and she quickly runs back inside.
I lost her for two weeks once, when the front door was left open. I did everything I could to try and find her; from putting up posters to going door to door. I borrowed a humane cat trap from work and set it outside with food in it to try and catch her.
Everyday I would check it and replace the food. She’s a sucker for fish and chicken, so I put her favorites in the trap.
She being so small, I thought she would die just from not having anything to eat.
Then one day, after giving up that I would ever see her again, I was walking into my house when I heard a scratchy “meow” and there she was, in the trap.
I was so excited! She was so skinny and covered in dirt and black from hiding under cars. I took her in and cleaned her up, then gave her something to eat, she was starving! She ate like she had never eaten before. I was so relieved and happy to have her home!
Pippi LOVES chicken. If I have chicken for dinner, she’ll sit right next to me and beg for it, meowing constantly. If I don’t give her any, she will try to grab it right off my fork or out of my hand. She’s even been caught stealing a whole piece off the counter; she then tries to guard it, and growls at it like she was on the hunt and captured her dinner. It’s pretty funny to watch.
Pippi is a very unique cat and will follow me around my house. She is so tiny and finds odd places to nap, and will try and sneak into the pantry to find something to eat. She’s been locked in there a few times, she likes to hide on the shelves. She also listens to a few commands, nothing like a dog, but interesting. When I tell her to get out of something she’s not supposed to be into, she does. When I call her, she comes. When I’m eating dinner and I hear noise in the kitchen, usually her trying to get into whatever we’re having for dinner, I can call her name and she’ll go running off, knowing she’s in trouble.
Pippi’s had a pretty healthy life. Other than running away for a few weeks, some slight dental issues (probably due to her having a tiny little mouth, with tiny little teeth), and a few skin masses that had to be surgically removed, she’s been pretty healthy.
I love all of my animals, but Pippi is special special to me because of her unique personality and mischievous nature. I consider myself blessed for having her in my life.