Pip (Pippy)
Lost muddy kitten → rescued storm-night miracle → happiest Siamese on the island (probably).
How Pip Arrived
Pip appeared as a tiny muddy fur ball that would flash in and out like lightning. He ate everything we put out, and he moved so fast we didn’t even know it was a kitten at first.
One stormy November night I heard meowing in the garage. There he was — sick, scared, with a badly infected eye and lungs. The vet told us straight: he might not have survived another night without antibiotics.
He was cleaned up, fed, and immediately adopted by Monkey (our special needs tabby), who basically raised him from that moment on.
Today
Pip is the definition of love and childlike wonder. He skitters across the estate and into surrounding farms like the world is endlessly fascinating — and safe.
If you see him, you’ll get it. He doesn’t just “live here.” He radiates something.
