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Posts Tagged ‘Penny
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May
20
Penny the Cat…
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Feb
20
Cat Nap…
Penny’s fed and now the morning nap by the heater…..
09
Jan
17
Penny the Cat lounging…
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Aug
16
Demanding…
Penny the Cat is a feisty, often grouchy cat. Interaction is always on her terms, on her schedule. Whether walking across my keyboard, attacking my wiggling toes beneath my desk, sitting on me to awaken me/pawing my face for breakfast or inserting herself into view, Penny is not shy seeking attention.
‘In ancient times cats were worshipped as gods; they have not forgotten this.’ Terry Pratchett
13
Jan
16
Penny the Cat zonked…
Penny the Cat, like many cats, does things on her own terms. One, is lounging half on my keyboard and the other half off into a pillow or a “don’t get hair on that” blanket. Here, she decided to crash after a manic effort at rubbing noses, pushing my glasses off my face and clawing my chin in an effort to get more chin rubs. An aside: notice the camera upper right. She was lying atop the strap so a no go on the camera’s use here.
Alpha Kitty, Penny the Cat, stares at me each morning this way. An earnest gaze and persistent stance upon my chest, her eighteen18 pounds atop her paws presses downward as she kneads my chest. Food. She is the designated pest for the other cat and the two dogs. Wake up.
She has been out of sorts lately since a new kitten entered our home, a rescue, with great energy and a total lack of respect for Penny. Eventually, Penny has come around week by week.
The kitten is now found sleeping near Penny and staring out the same window at the visiting hummingbirds. They are working out the place of things. Less piddling in odd places. Less hissing and smacking with paws. Surprisingly, most patient have been the two dogs…giving a wide birth to the two felines figuring out turf.
Polar Bears and sled dogs play together. Seems magical, but then it seems that way when my little alpha’s Penny & Harley relax long enough to seem gentle.
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Sep
12
Fly Tying Nemesis
Penny the Cat (Tying Nemesis)
Penny the Cat is my nemesis. Try as I may with plastic bags, plastic bins with lids or boxes, Penny finds a way to get into at least one container now and then. The results are disastrous. Tenacious, playful, sometimes relentless, Penny is also enamored with fly tying tools. None can now be left atop a table. Either way, I snapped this photograph as she moved toward me for the customary rub under her chin.
The doings of Penny in the middle of the night. I came down this morning and noticed the sparkle chenille over the arm of the chair. Then, upon closer inspection, I noticed further play. Items knocked from the table top on to the chair.
