He was eight weeks old

When we brought him home.

I had asked for the

“feistiest one you’ve got”.

Within 24 hours

We knew it was true .

The little ball of orange fur

Had so much energy.

He was bouncing off walls

And bossing the bigger cats around.

We had wanted a French name.

We thought Pierre would do….

As we watched our TV cooking shows

He raced and pounced

And climbed and flew

Through the air.

I said “you are

So spicy and sassy…

Maybe you should

Have been called

Peppercorn…”

And so it was done…

Formally named

Pierre Peppercorn

But

Peppercorn for short.

August 27, 2010

Susan Bergeron