This picture captures the essence of Peanut quite well, I think. Even though it’s a bit blurry, it shows how she loves to roll over on her back and wait for the inevitable belly rubs to begin. She’s one of the rare felines who will actually accept people petting her belly without taking a pound of flesh. She even sometimes purrs.

She also likes to be undercover. As in literally under the covers. She will disappear underneath a blanket for hours on end. I wonder if she thinks that she’s invisible because she can’t see us. Or maybe she’s just in need of yet another nap. Poor baby only gets 23 hours and 45 minutes of sleep a day.

My favorite part is that she likes to be around me. She likes to camp out in my lap whenever I’m listening to records or flipping through channels in a (mostly) vain attempt to find something worthwhile on TV. She can be quite chatty when she’s in the mood (which is often, apparently).

I’ve learned that cats are like people. No two are alike. She’s about as polar opposite to my first cat Lucy as night and day. They both hold a special place in my heart. I really am thankful that I didn’t try to find a Lucy 2.0 when I went to the animal shelter over 6 years ago. I let the right animal pick me.

I’m not sure where I’m going with all this other than to say rescues are great. I’m all for breeders and purebred animals, but there’s something special about the love a rescue will give you. That animal will never not be grateful for your love.