my Cat when he was a little guy. he hasn’t let me take any pictures since he grew up.
bonus story about him
Srgt York Peppermint Patty-the cats are real but the story was based on a text sent by my
As he looked up at the scruffy mountain man telling the farmer how he was kin to the famous
Srgt York young Peppermint was in awe. Even though he was always called Peppermint his full
name was York Peppermint Patty. As he listened he felt awed to share the name York with such
a famous person. As dinner was served he reluctantly pulled himself away with visions of being
on the front line along side the real Srgt York dancing in his head.
Peppermint eagerly gobbled down his share of cat kibbles and turned to spy his brother
Butterfinger washing up from supper. He advanced stealthily from behind before wiggling his
butt and pouncing on his brother. Pretending his brother was an enemy solider he fit and
fought and wrestled only to pounce again when Butterfinger finally pulled away. His attention
was diverted as he watched the farmers daughter stood by food dish with a stick shooing away
the chickens that tried to rush in and steal food from his mother and sisters who were still
eating and it dawned on him. The great Srgt York Peppermint Patty has met his enemy. His
mission protect the food supplies. He looked longingly at the shooing stick as his sister Kit Kat
finally finished up the last of the food. It is one big stick and he is one awfully small kitten.
He creeps to it before pouncing on the end getting a feel for it as the farmer daughter stands
it up against the deck rail and goes inside the house. He tries to move it around only to end up
making it fall over. He jumps away from it startled only to be scolded by his mother for
misbehaving as the farmer set the stick back up.
That night Peppermint tossed and turned in his sleep from dreams of fighting along side the
famed Srgt York as they captured the enemy forces. He woke up briefly as his sister Snickers
kicked in the back for disturbing her sleep but soon settled back into sleep. If only
he could be like his hero.
The next morning as breakfast time came and more cat kibbles were served the farmer’s
daughter was summoned inside early by some annoying ringing noise. Peppermint looked up as
the big mean red rooster came running at the sound of the closing door. Not even his mother
dared try to chase big red away. The great Srgt York Peppermint Patty as he now thought of
himself wasn’t about to let the morning’s rations fall into enemy hands. As his mother and the
other kittens scattered when big red hopped up on the porch Peppermint ran for the shooing
stick. He couldn’t even pick it up if he was as big as his mother-he could say this for humans
only walking on two legs had its advantages when it came to shooing away the enemy. He looked
back at the mean old rooster letting out a fierce little hiss before pouncing on the end of the
stick-knocking it over. His aim couldn’t have been more perfect as the end of the stick fell
whammo bonking the nasty thieving rooster on the head. With feathers flying and lots of
squawking big red staggered off the porch and ran for cover. Srgt York Peppermint Patty
triumphantly stepped back up to the food bowl to enjoy the rest of his breakfast thinking that
victory never tasted so sweet.