Piggy is lucky that we are attached to him (and nobody else in their right mind would want him!) because everyone in the family, the dog included, has 6 1/2 years worth of scars from this mean little turd!

He's only nice when he wants food, and even then "nice" just means when he bites you or slaps your ankle in the dark hallway, he doesn't draw as much blood. Otherwise, he ensures you limp for a few days or leaves you for dead. He has serious anger issues with the dog, too. The dog can just walk past the Pigster, and he will smack her on the butt or jump up and bite her butt. One day my husband was walking past our bed, and Piggy hurled himself across the bed to crack my husband one on the butt cheek with open claws. (I heard the "slap" sound from across the room). Oh yeah, and we can't forget how he will lay on your chest and be all nice and purring, only to reach over and bite your beak with his needle sharp teeth!

Who would've thought that the cute little ball of fur that was born under our shed, loved and nurtured by me, would end up being freakin' Satan's "Hellcat"!