As you know, one of our cats died right before Christmas.  I have truly missed Anna, aka Tubby, because she was “my cat”.  She slept on my feet every night, took naps with me, and guarded nap time by quietly yelling at anyone who came in the room.

Yesterday, Jeff and the girls picked up a half Maine Coon cat for me.  I found out about this surprise on Saturday.  She is about 8 months old and has lots of growing to do.  Maine coons do not reach full size until they are 2-3 years old.  She came with the name Pudder but did not respond to it.  So, we have decided to call her Penny.

At first, we were going to call her Stinky because she had a skunky smell, even after a bath.  Now that she is adjusting to the change, I think that smell may have been a stress response.

Penny is doing very well.  Last night, she started out under the bed.  I woke up around 5:30 am, and found her on my pillow, just above my head.  I think this is going to be a good fit.

Note:  I had a Maine Coon for about 15 years, starting before I met Jeff.  She was a great cat.