At 5 1/2 years old, Pigeon the eldest in the community. Pidj came to live with us by running out of the bushes and meowing toward my sister, who was walking her dog. She was scabby and walked 'pigeon-toed' (hence the name). Well, she grew out of it and recovered well - she's now her usual elegant self (as you can see in her picture ;) She adjusted pretty quickly to indoor life. Although she also likes sneaking out. One day she got under the house and wouldn't come back inside. While we were gone, she apparently got bit by a dog on the butt and somehow lost three of her claws. She recovered well from that incidence too, and earned the nickname of "Funny Foot". We joke that she's only got seven lives left... she doesn't like being reminded! She mostly rejects playing or cuddling with other cats, and would rather find a cozy lap with a hand (or brush) that will groom her.
