We all know a “Mrs. Peel”

By Benny Huckleberry, as told by Liz Hoffman | Feb 13, 2020

I haven’t shared much with you about my siblings, since I’m much more of a private pup than you might think. Perhaps it’s because one cat siblings is actually my Nemesis.

Her name is Mrs. Peel.

I capitalize Nemesis because my human told me that there was an actual Nemesis in Greek mythology. She was the Goddess of retribution and would take care of things when anyone succumbed to “hubris.” I’m not sure what that all means, but it’s been stressed to me that should I ever become too arrogant or proud, that as my Nemesis, Mrs. Peel would be there to put me in my place.

Who exactly is Mrs. Peel? Well, my human named her after a character from the television show “The Avengers” which ran from 1961 to 1969. That was way before I was born, but my human was a little pup back then, and she’d watch it on television.

She told me that the lead character was a woman named Mrs. Peel, and she was a force to be reckoned with. Mrs. Peel drove a fancy Lotus Elan, enacted justice against criminals, and often walked around in a black leather “cat suit.”

My human shared with me the story of how she came to adopt Mrs. Peel, and this is what she said:

"Benny, it was Oct. 1, 2011, and I had no intention of adopting another cat. I was volunteering at the animal shelter and walked into the large cat room to clean some litter pans.

"Suddenly, I was aggressively approached by a nondescript, skinny, black adolescent cat. She stared me down, meowed loudly and jumped into my arms. She looked up at me and let out another loud meow. She then made herself comfortable in my lap as if she owned me and kept on meowing and staring intently into my eyes.

"As I have told my friends, her meows weren’t a request, they were an order! 'Get me out of here! Take me home now!' That’s what she was saying and oddly enough, I understood and immediately did what I was told. I put her down, left the room, walked up to the front desk and asked them to get the adoption papers ready. They all knew me there and said, 'but you didn’t come in here for another cat.' To which I replied, 'I know.'

"We all shook our heads in bewilderment, and I brought Mrs. Peel home."

I went on to learn that my Nemesis had originally been called "Amy" at the shelter. She’d been there for her entire kittenhood; at least 6 months. Black cats are so often overlooked in shelters, and Amy was no exception.

My human wasn’t sure what she was going to name her, but when she brought her home and she instantly took over the place, the name Mrs. Peel came to mind. After all, she was solid black, and her prance seemed to suggest that she was wearing a solid black cat suit and high heel boots. She strutted around and looked at all of us as if we all worked for her.

Mrs. Peel has a lot of personality, and so in that regard, we are very much alike. But our similarities end there. I am spotted with colors of brown and beige fur, and Mrs. Peel is solid black. Further, whereas I am a good boy, Mrs. Peel is mischievous. She gives constant commentaries on what's going on in the house, and where she’d like to see improvements made.

Despite all of this, my human tells me that it’s my job is to love Mrs. Peel with all my heart, and to love her even if I disapprove of her “cattitude.”

I’m told that everyone has a Mrs. Peel in their lives, and she is a good reminder that we can all be friends, even if we’re different. So, for my human and for Mrs. Peel, I am doing my best to be loving towards her. Even if she does pop me in the face occasionally.

With love,

Benny H.

Comments (3)
Posted by: Elizabeth Hoffmann | Feb 19, 2020 07:42

Thanks for your comments ladies and I will pass them along to Mrs. Peel.  I'm sure she's "expecting" them :)

And Carrie, I am so sorry about the loss of your black kitty.  It is never easy and we send you a hug!



Posted by: Carrie Bacon | Feb 18, 2020 13:18

LOVED the Avengers and thought (and still think) how much more refined Emma Peel and John Steed were as agents (MI-6?) than the troglodyte 'cousins,' here in 'the colonies.' They did things with a flair that we, here, lack and they were always so well turned out with Mrs. Peel always so well coifed and dressed in classic style. For his part, John Steed so benefitted from his Saville Row tailors, a superior 'hatter' and 'brolly' as he would climb into his classic  3-litre Bently.  Their adventures imaginative, inventive and with a touch of refined humor as opposed to shoot-em-up, car chases and crashes offered on our television shows but I lengthily digressed. I think Mrs. Peel is a GREAT name for self-possessed black cat and miss my own male black cat that crossed the rainbow bridge last year...



Posted by: ananur forma | Feb 13, 2020 10:12

Love this.



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