Quite possibly the softest creature in the world, Peanut
is also the most elusive cat in the group. Rescued from a pet
store owner that was taking him to "the pound," Peanut joined
the family a mere six months after Electra. His skittish behavior
caused Robin and Wendy to worry that he might have been mistreated,
but over time it became apparent that shyness was simply a part
of his unique personality. Peanut typically avoids strangers by
hiding under furniture, but curiosity usually wins out, and the
patient visitor will be rewarded with a tentative sniff and a
squeaky meow (not to mention a chance to stroke his long orange
fur). This distinctive "squeak,"combined with a giant feather
duster of a tail, allows him to express his feelings quite eloquently.
Ironically, Peanut's inhibited nature is balanced by an adventurous
streak, and the uncanny ability to sneak about undetected. Robin's
brother, Stephen, experienced this firsthand, when he fell asleep
while catsitting and woke to find Peanut had disappeared. He eventually
turned up in the basement of the apartment building - meowing
through the wooden slats of a storage unit. Recently he escaped
through our screen door for an all-night outing, and we didn't
realize he was missing until the following evening. A frantic
half-hour later, he turned up under a neighbor's fence, and we
have since vowed to keep a closer eye on his slippery movements
(in case you were wondering: our cats are indoor creatures - as
a rule, they are only allowed outside under supervision).
A perfect day for Peanut would consist of: numerous naps in various
catbeds, a trek outside to snack on a few varieties of grass,
a bit of grooming from Mama Electra, and a trip around the house
on someone's shoulder (this, of course, is so that he can sniff
items that are too high off the ground for him otherwise). Peanut
likes to wrap up a busy day by acting as reverse alarm clock:
between 10 and 11 pm, he jumps on the bed, flicks his fluffy squirrel
tail and squeaks reproachfully at us, as if to say, "time for
bed already, ya morons."
In Memoriam Peanut Ridley 1992-2001
In the early morning of June 7th, Peanut's heart simply stopped
beating. We were aware that he had a pre-existing heart condition,
but were unprepared for such a sudden and drastic turn of events.
He was with us at home, and the end came very quickly. We believe
he suffered little pain.
He will be greatly missed by his adoring humans, as well as
by his buddy, Electra, his co-habitant, Ginger, and even by his
nemesis, Fontleroy. Peanut will be remembered not only for his
soft coat and gentle personality, but for his sweet soul, which
will stay with us always.
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