Our entire family became closer and closer to Pepper. I even had affectionate nicknames for him such as “Pepulaâ€? and “Pepsi. I’d even catch my dad, with Pepper in his lap, petting his cat. That was amazing to me to see someone who hates cats so much being so kind to one. There was definitely a bond there.
I took many photographs of Pepper on sunny summer afternoons. He was a fascinating subject, in my eyes. I loved to take pictures of his eyes.
Except for the fact that he was very aggressive, we were generally happy with Pepper for a couple of years until he stopped acting like himself. He would just stand in one place, look confused, and meow at everything. We figured he was just allergic to his fleas and thought he would clear up as usual.