Peanut hasn't got a vain bone in his body. He is shy, gentle and kind. He just doesn't understand all the hoopla over him!

Peanut Butter does this interesting little hop before he trots or runs. It is so funny. When he wants to go outside he will come to my husband or me and meow, meow, and meow some more. I won't let him out until later in the evening when I feel like most everyone is home and there's hardly any traffic. We live three houses from a dead end but it still scares me to let him out. He literally climbs the wood frame doors and goes nuts if he is not let out for a little while. I hate it but I guess its still that touch of feral and he really leaves me little choice because I truly think he would really go insane if he wasn't allowed out anymore.

Anyway...He meows and then starts tapping our legs but when you reach down to pet him he does this hop, skip and takes off running to the door. We laugh everytime he does it. I recently started calling him Skippy and then it dawned on me...

SKIPPY PEANUT BUTTER!!!


Wow, what a long story just for that!!