Our Cat Pansey...

...or PAN-Z if you ask Jason. He doesn't think her adopted name (her birth name was Kitten with Gray and White born to Harriet and Boogie or Coogie...those brothers get around) is "street" enough so he likes to use her rapper name. Anyway...Pansey is quite a quirky cat. When she isn't biting or scratching you (in a loving way of course) she is eating, attacking the dogs, bolting through her cat door (Jason thinks it would be hilarious if we locked her door one day), eating, or sleeping. She will sleep anywhere...preferably in something or stretched out in the middle of the living room amidst the chaos. Maybe this tendency hearkens back to the days of the barn when she was all entwined with her siblings and 15 other cats or maybe it is because there is a strong possibility that she is inbred...but that is neither here nor there. Pansey also enjoys sitting on your lap, but only when you are on the computer (don't you dare try to cuddle on your terms). This electronic lap time is cute, but not so conducive to typing. Then again maybe she just likes to be near the mouse!

Pansey at 6 weeks old. I fished her out of the cat pile at 5 weeks...she was the chosen one because she was a she and she didn't immediately bite my finger off. Four days before she ponied up, er, was forced into the 13 hour car ride she was wild and had never really been touched by a human (only an angel).

Pansey at present day. As I mentioned she eats A LOT...one of her favorite past times. Oh, yeah, that and scratching. Around 9pm is the scratching hour...she scratches the door, the floor, her food bowl, the washing machine, the cat box, the wall (all like she is covering something up). One night she scratched for 7 minutes...yes, we timed her...yes, we're lame like that.

As I mentioned earlier, Pansey loves to sleep in something. Here she is snuggled in one of the nicer blankets we own...which is good of her since it is kind of hard to wash.

Here Pansey is enjoying alone time in a box. If only that little girl would stop lurking behind her.

Even Chicken Dance Elmo can't disturb Pansey...and believe you me, he is disturbing.

Today Pansey decided to nap inside of a sack. Looks comfy, huh?

Enough about cats already. Here are a couple of dogs we recently acquired...Skits and Martha. The cool thing about pretending to be a dog in our house is that if you crawl around long enough you will eventually be covered in dog hair...quite an authentic costume.