Pippi Pott

Pippi Naughtystockings was a one-of-a-kind cat. She and her brother Barry were foster fails. She earned her surname by climbing the curtains and walking on the curtain rods, amongst other naughty activities. As she grew out of kittenhood, she calmed down and became immensely sweet. All of the other cats loved and respected her. When one of them would become terminally ill, Pippi would curl up beside them; on a few occasions, Dr. Will came by for a home euthanasia and Pippi would be right there, washing their heads as they crossed the Bridge. She slept on our pillows at night, and liked to crawl under the covers when it was cold. She was a huge presence in our lives, and will be greatly missed. Save us a warm spot, little Pipsley!