Peter, Our Hero
As told to us by Sean
Passed down by Peanut
Peter and Sean are no longer with us. They went to Rainbow Bridge
several years ago. I was not born yet when this incident took place.
But I have tried to pass it along because I don't want us to ever
forget how Peter became our hero.
It was around 1:30 in the morning. The kitties were sleeping and
dreaming of mice, cheese, and catnip. Some of them were in the living
room on the sofa and some were in bed cuddled up next to Mom.
Then suddenly the doorbell rang! Loud and shrill, it rang again.
By this time, most of the cats were up and ran to the front door
to check things out. All except Peter. He turned the other way and
headed to Mom's bedroom.
Leaping up on the bed and jumping on Mom, Peter wanted to wake her
up.
But she had heard the bell ring the second time and was already
pulling off the covers.
Walking to the front room, Mom approached the door quietly and peeked
through the peephole. The overhead light had burned out several
nights ago and Mom hadn't had time to replace it. So she couldn't
see a thing. Also, she wasn't about to open the door at that time
of night.
Then Peter jumped up on a small end table close to the door and
started growling! He hissed and meowed and growled like we had never
before heard him. He sounded like a wild tiger!
Mom heard voices saying something about a loud angry cat and that
maybe they ought to leave. Then we heard footsteps and the intruders
were gone.
"Who would be visiting this time of night?" Mom muttered
to herself as she went back to bed, thinking that maybe the people
had the wrong house. That night Mom had every one of us in bed with
her. Even though it would be crowded, we decided that "safety
in numbers" was best. Besides, that was the furthest place
from the front door.
The next morning, Mom put new light bulbs at our front and back
doors. She also gave us different kinds of treats. Peter, of course,
got extra. He was our hero. We never knew he could be so brave or
that he could sound so ferocious. He "saved the day" (
or night). We were so thankful that Peter was our brother.
