A DAY IN THE LIFE OF JENNY

I haven't done a post on Jenny in quite awhile.  I've been meaning to do this for a long time.  I just had to get the right pictures.

Jenny gets up in the morning, stretches, yawns and heads for the shower.

After backing away from the water and licking herself a few times she decides to go eat.  Then it's time for her to check her email.

By this time she has been up for at least an hour, so it's time for a nap.

Upon waking she decides to read a book.  After all, she's a very intelligent cat and doesn't spend all day playing internet games.

Then it's time for another nap.

When Jenny wakes up she gets something to eat and then goes up the stairs to survey her "kingdom".

It's getting late, so Jenny decides to watch some TV before bedtime.

Time to turn in.  It's been a long day.

Good night!

THIS IS NOT A STUPID CAT

Jenny is not a stupid cat.  It has been very cold here and the house is chilly, especially at night.
 

Around dinner time we turn on the little stove space heater to take the chill off of the house for the evening.  And every evening when the heat goes on, Jenny claims this spot for her own.
 

I tell her she is going to burn her little feet when she puts them right up to the vent, but she doesn't listen to me.  "Let Mommy and Daddy be a little chilly while I block the heat coming into the room," she says.  Jenny comes first in her mind.  As long as she is warm that is all that matters.  Isn't that just like a cat?

JENNY

My cat-daughter, Jenny, has mentioned to me that I don't talk about her enough so today's post is about her. Jenny is my third cat.

My first cat, Fluffy, was also black, but a long haired cat with white on her belly and a little bit on one paw. Fluffy came to me from a girl I worked with at the time. This girl's mom was going in a nursing home and she was trying to find homes for her mom's cats and dogs. I took Fluffy on a two week trial basis and had her for 10 years.

My second cat was Emily. Emily was my dad's cat. She was a brown, cream and black striped cat with a little pink nose. She had more personality than most people. When my dad died I took Emily. My step-mom had a LOT of cats (about 30!) so any that she could place, she did. I liked having my dad's cat. Both Fluffy and Emily died of cancer of the mouth and stomach. Joe thinks it's because we live 2 streets away from a chemical plant and both of them would go into the yard and eat the grass.

Jenny was a rescue cat. She was very scared of us when I brought her home from the vet's office. She wouldn't eat or drink if we were watching. We couldn't pet her. If we went to rub her on the head, she would cringe and cry. We think she must have been abused by her former owners. Jenny is still afraid of many things. She will go to the door, but refuses to go outside. She is curious when someone comes into the house, but will not approach them. When she is spooked, she will run upstairs faster than I've ever seen any animal go.


Joe and I were engaged when I brought Jenny home. He did not want a cat. He said it would tie us down and we couldn't travel. Besides, he is allergic to cats. Guess whose cat Jenny is? Even though I feed her, clean her litter, and am even the one who brought her home out of that little cage she was living in, her heart belongs to "Daddy." And his belongs to her.

Jenny loves to watch TV. She insists Daddy watch Animal Planet with her.