These aren't the best pictures of my girl but this is our furbaby, "Penny Lane":
She is a TINY, feisty little thing! We rescued her from a shelter last January. She was the complete opposite (physically) from the kitty I
thought we wanted. See, for 14 years we had an amazing cat named, "Kitty". (His name was originally "Morrison" after Jim Morrison but the husband guy kept calling him "Kitty" and it stuck.)
*Warning...long kitty story to follow. Man I miss him
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Kitty, was amazing. He adopted us. I was all of 19, living in a crappy tiny apartment when the guy in the building across the street inherited his fathers home and all its contents. He literally put everything he owned on the tree lawn. I had nothing but an old recliner in my living room (the future husband guy, 7 years older too mind you, still lived at home with his parents). I saw this ugly '70's cream, orange and brown couch and dragged it home, cleaned it really well and threw a blanket over it.
For the next three nights, as future husband guy and I would lay on the couch watching my ancient 19 inch tv with the picture tube flickering, I would hear a strange scratching noise in the wall. I thought "Great! My apartment has mice!"
On the THIRD night, we crashed on the couch. I woke up, opened my eyes and saw two GREAT BIG GREEN EYES staring back at me!!!!!!!
I jumped up and freaked; thinking it was a raccoon. (We had a family of raccoons in the back garden and I wasn't too good about always closing the screen door.) Future husband guy woke up and we looked everywhere and couldn't find the bastard.
The next morning, I inspected the couch further and saw a TINY little slit in the back. I opened it further and low and behold a big ol' dark gray kitty was starring back at me! We dragged him out and I set him up in our bathroom with tuna, water, a makeshift liter box and we left. (We had a 30th birthday party to go to.) Future husband guy HATED cats. Told me if I ever got one, he'd never come over my apartment again.
Withing 2 days, Kitty had converted my husband. He is now a TOTAL cat guy. Doesn't even want a dog. He's even gotten 2 of his brothers and his PARENTS hooked on kitties. So, when Kitty died at home in our arms last November, he was very upset and said he never wanted another cat. Our boys (and I) did. So we went looking for a cat similar to our very big, very social boy. Instead, we found Penny. She is very, VERY social, plays with the kids but is only 4 pounds! Kitty was 14 in his hayday, but was never fat...he was a long, tall kitty! Anyway, this was our Kitty:
(That's my oldest son in the pic too.
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This is our OTHER furbaby. Her name is "Guinea" She is a guinea pig. LOL!
