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| Name: |
Peanut
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Age: |
Thirteen years old
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| Gender: |
Female
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Kind: |
Cat
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| Home: |
Chicagoland, Illinois, USA
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This
is Peanut, our snotty little girl. She is thirteen years old, and we
believe she is a Maine coon - at least partly (mostly?) anyway. I
got her about twelve years ago when her previous "mother" who was a good
friend of mine, was killed by a drunk driver. It was either I take
her or she went to the Humane Society. I had only met Peanut two or
three times before this, and just from those few brief encounters, I
could tell I couldn't let such a fate befall a kitty as sweet and
innocent as she was - even though I would have to convince my dad and
my other cat, Tubby, to let her in the house.
It's now eleven years later, and Peanut lives in the Chicagoland area of
Illinois with me, my boyfriend, Terry, and her "brother"
Tubby.
Terry goes away quite often on business, and Peanut hates to
see her "daddy" leave without her. When he is working in his office
upstairs, she waits in the morning for him to head up, then races up
the stairs in front of him like she can't wait to go to work. Then
she "helps" him all day long. Until I met Terry, Peanut was always a
little stand-offish because she had to compete with Tubby for my
attention, and Tubby didn't allow her that luxury very often. Now
that she has her "daddy" to spoil her though, she is becoming more
aggressive and doesn't put up with Tubby's antics as much as she used
to. It's not unusual these days to see Tubby go streaking by, closely
followed by sweet little Peanut in hot pursuit. :-)
She knows just how to get our attention when she wants it, and also
knows very well the sound of the cat-treat bag opening. She looks up
with her big brown eyes and that snotty look on her face and we can't
help but give her a treat, then pick her up and smooch on her - which
she hates, but seems to tolerate. She hates doorbells and that big
mean sucking machine we know as a vacuum cleaner. She seems to know
that the vacuum comes out of the closet, because she hisses at
*anything* that comes out of that closet. She is also fascinated when
the heat or A/C comes on. She will go over to the vent and sit there
and look into the vent like she's waiting to see what will come out of
it. Nothing ever does but hot or cool air, but she seems to not mind
waiting to see if anything else will materialize. She likes to spend
evenings in her "house" which is a chair in the dining room that she
sits under.
When I get home from work, she comes trotting out with a
little meow to greet me, then she goes tearing off to the bedroom
where she jumps up on the bed, rolls over and gives me that cute look
so I just can't resist going over and showering her with attention and
playing with her. She is always a little sweetheart and she brings us
such joy and laughter everyday. I'm so glad I got the opportunity to
bring her into our lives, and I'm glad she now has someone of her own
to give her the attention I couldn't because of Tubby's
monopolization. She is definitely a "daddy's little girl."
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