Mr. Peepers was healthy much of his life, even though slightly over the ideal weight.
I lay in bed July 30, 2000, hearing a cat meow below the window. I went downstairs to find the cat, but didn’t succeed. Putting some dry cat food on the sidewalk, I checked back a few hours later to find the food had been eaten. As I put some more food down, a Russian Blue mix cat ran to me, jumping up to put his two front-paws on my left shoulder; this turned out to be his favorite way to get around. Because of a low sound he made, he was named Mr. Peepers.
Dr. Forslund, Thanks for all you do...
Steven Payne and James LaFace