Max & Penny came to us together in 2011, in our last round of foster kittens. Max was an adorable,
loving kitten who was determined to climb on my shoulders; I bonded to him immediately when he
took ill the first day we had him, and I rushed the poor little helpless guy to the
emergency clinic. Now that he's grown up, he's still just as loving and he still
climbs on my shoulder several times a day. Except now, instead of sitting on ONE shoulder,
he drapes his twelve-plus pounds around my neck like a boa. He eats everything not
nailed down and we must limit his intake to keep his weight in line. He sleeps with me
almost every night, snuggling up against my knees and pinning me under the
covers.
Penny was an only kitten that we took on so she could be with the other
kittens in Max's litter. Big mistake; she was so insufferably cute I just had to have her.
She's still just as cute, but she's proven to be a handful and an eccentric. She's our
little piss-pot, going outside the litterbox regularly. She's full of energy and likes
to charge up and down the hallways chasing thrown toy mice. She is Daddy's girl and
prefers to hang around Mike; only in his office does she like to have her back rubbed --
go figure. She's a skinny-Penny and we have to coax her to eat by sprinkling her
food with "pixie dust" (ground-up cat treats). She loves
grated cheese and begs for it at least once a day.
Pet Food Express, our local pet store, has an arrangement with rescue organizations. If you
adopt an animal and give a minimum donation to your rescue, they'll put a poster of your pet
up in the store for six months. So we bit. They sent a professional photographer to our
house and she took some dynamite pictures of Max.
