It took Penny weeks to get comfortable with me after I broke her out of jail. I've been her person ever since. I was kinda worried she would never warm up to me there for a while. Now, I can't sit down without her jumping on my lap or at least getting an earful about how almost empty her bowl has been for a full 36.25 seconds when I walk in the door. It's awesome when a cat chooses you as their person. Especially, when they're adopted as an adult carrying around all the trama and fear they may have learned during the time out in the wilds.
I love when she hides her little nose when she naps. This is my main babe, Penny. Her coat has all the colors of the kitty rainbow and for a small as she is, I've never met a bigger bed hog. She also snores. She means the world to me. She is truly my best friend.
Those ears tho. Little fella can hear what's going on in the future.
Look at little good eyed rascal. That's a #1 in the making, no doubt.
Bonus footage- Here's my chubby little sunshine babe in said princess bed.
I just saw another post with a cat named Penny. Here's my girl, Penny. I'm her person and she's my soul kitty. You can always find her in the kitchen fussing for food, in her princess bed or in her dad's lap.
My baby girl is named Penny too! Perfect name for a classy lady.
*she's currently in my lap purring as hard as she possibly can while I drink my morning coffee
Pawttery.
That is extremely wholesome. It sounds like she had an amazing kitty life full of attention and care.