Do you know Penny Cutie Luiken? She is our kitty...well, actually she's a cat. A fat cat. She was born last May. She was born in an old oil barrel at my Dad's farm shop. That Spring we frequented the shop often to check on the kids' bottle calves. Pa showed the kids the new batch of kitties and Dig fell in love. They were too tiny for me to even pick up...I have an issue with baby-baby animals, especially kitties...eew. Dig would ask to go see the kitties and always held the same one. I asked him why he liked the little tabby the best and he would say, "because she has a chubby face...and she's so cute." He named her Cutie.
Penny Cutie's birthplace...
She's in there somewhere, with her siblings...
That same Spring DD was dead set on getting a turtle. She wanted one bad. We looked for one, went shopping for one then saw how much the 'safe' turtles were and decided that we really didn't need a turtle. So...her daddy said they could pick out a new kitty from the farm and bring home as a compromise.
We headed right to Pamida for the supplies since it had been a couple years that we had an indoor kitty. Ryan and I had Thomas, well actually, he was mine, Ryan got him as an added 'bonus' when he married me! ha! Actually, Tom is a very good cat. He is huge and he meows loud...I love that. The only thing is that when we moved he freaked out and decided he'd rather live in the pasture behind my parents' house. He sits around outside all day and we see him often. He just didn't like our new house, evidentally. Anyhoo...after Pamida, we ran to the farm, toy pet carrier in hand and found Cutie.
June 1, 2009 "Daddy said we could get a kitty!"
You have no idea what you are in for, but Pa said,
"if she plays her cards right she'll have quite the life for a farm cat!"
She hid under the tv armoir for the entire first day we had her. She has quite the attitude, as I would if I had 2 kids chasing me, trying to dress me up, stick me in boxes and push me in little grocery carts. Today, she grabs your leg when you walk by and bites if you try to pet her and she's not in the mood. She chases...and I mean chases the kids down the hall. They run up on the couch for safety. She's our Tiger. Dig says she's evil.
Hiding out
Dig stuck her in the little dollhouse...
and in his cowboy boot box...
She was (and still is) swaddled like a baby...
and squished by two little people who love her very much!
Penny (we added Penny to go with Cash our dog...but not really because he's named after Johnny Cash...not money...ridiculous, I know) usually stays hidden during the day, until of course, someone comes over. She will usually stay where she can see us, but we can't touch her.
Well, Ms. Thing has a new hangout. My grandpa Larson built this doll house for me. He built all 3 grandaughters one. I was actually a little old, past the Barbie stage when I received mine. But, thankfully, mom and dad kept it for me. We brought it home a couple of weeks ago and us girls have already spent many evenings redesigning rooms and buying carpet samples from the local decorating store. Penny has claimed the sun deck.
See her up there?
Keep your distance!
If you can't find her...look there. But don't touch...the Princess doesn't like to be disturbed.