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| Penny and her dear Dad |
I've lived with cats for over 30 years, but this sweet little creature is my partner's first. From the first moment he saw her when we went to see if she was meant to be ours, he's been smitten.
Cats, I learned long ago, will dance on your head, lick your nose, attack your toes, and generally make a nocturnal nuisance of themselves if you let them. Penny has proven herself to be classic in that category (sorry for the pun), so she has multiple nighttime nests throughout the house. She doesn't seem to hold a grudge, though I feel like a mean-ol'-mom when I close her out every night.
Morning is Penny's favourite play time. Her wonderful dad, Pierre, provides multiple toys just for her entertainment: socks are the best, drug across the bed, down her sides, and under her belly; next is his belt, the leather withstanding bites and back-feet kicks; and last, but probably most fascinating, is his work badge with the retracting belt attachment. Her pounces and flips can keep us laughing for a quarter-hour, make Pierre late for work, and start our day the best way possible.
P.S. I would love to hear your cat stories!
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