Pearl, the kitten who graces my blog header, is my gorgeous little long-haired dilute calico Manx and the daughter of Peek-A-Boo. She was born in a box of truck parts at the sewer cleaning company where I used to work. She is the most beautiful kitty ever, and she knows it. In fact, when you tell her she's the most beautiful kitty in the world, she answers with her sweet little "mew" as if to say "I know."
Her nicknames are "Pearlie Bunnybum" (self-explanatory) and "Pearlie Baglicker" because she loves to lick those plastic bags from the grocery store.
Pearl is built like a little race car, with back legs slightly longer than front legs. This causes her to run like a rabbit - two front legs and then two back legs. It is the funniest thing to see. Every once in a while she "escapes" out the side door when I'm hanging laundry and takes off bouncing through the yard with me chasing after her, screaming, "Bunny, get back here." Then she goes and hides underneath the barberry bush, which is covered with thorns, where she knows I can't get to her. Or she runs up the stairs to the kitchen porch, and when I follow her, she jumps off the other end and goes back behind the barberry bush. Me running after and screaming like a crazy woman the whole time. I'm sure it's all very entertaining for my neighbors.
Pearl is 7 years old and a joy to have around. She is a true diva, expecting to be treated like the princess that she is. Don't worry, Pearlie, we won't tell anybody you were born in a box of parts for the sewer-cleaning trucks.