Pippin

Pippin is a 9 year old 10-pound terrorist who I adopted two years ago. He was an intact male (i was told he’d been neutered) whose origin was pretty much unknown except that he was pulled from a shelter in Texas and a great enthusiasm to try to beed anything. Needless to say the message was clear—surgery followed. He has little tolerance for snow and we live in Iowa so he has hand-knit booties he wears in the winter. He loves me and I love him.