Hissy, you're right; despite it being a great deal harder than I thought I could do, I have managed to get out of her way.
And the blossoming of Pengy continues. I've long suspected a panty theif among my cats; but was never sure who grabbed them and took them out of the laundry pile. And then yesterday, as I had sorted laundry and was getting ready to run some, guess who I saw rooting through the delicate pile? Miss Pengy herself. Astounded, I just stood there and watched out of the corner of my eye...sure enough, she grabbed a pair and took it away, dragging it between her front legs like it was prey. I laughed 'til I cried...and let her have that pair. And later, she decided she needed to roll in my bra for a while, and got herself all wrapped up in it. She untangled herself, and laid there, licking and rubbing her cheek on it. Just too cute, and absolutely dear.
And two other things while I'm at it. Apparently, as long as I'm sleeping on my belly, Pengy has the confidence to walk up on me and sit on my bum. I was laying there the other night, and felt this tottering, unsteady gait walk up one leg, reach my bum, and sit there...for a good five minutes. It wasn't any of the others - I could tell by the walk. It was the Penguin kitty. I know she comes up to my face in the middle of the night; and I'd bet a dollar that she headbutts my hand while I'm asleep.
And the second thing is that my roomie told me that Penguin had gotten into my computer chair while I was out yesterday, and stayed there the whole time I was gone, leaving only when I came in the back door. I believed her, sort of...not that she'd lie, but Penguin in my chair when there are other easier chairs to get into just seemed unlikely. And then today, as I came out of the bedroom, guess who was sitting in my chair? Yup, Miss Thang herself.
She is really making her self known. It's fascinating to watch her play, to bat around the milk ring, to play with the turbo racer, to chase a small soft ball...and when another cat fusses, she runs over to see if they're all right. No one pushes her around, and if she wants the basket, everyone else gets out and gives it to her. It's apparent to me that everyone understands her, respects her, and allows her free reign in the household...almost like she was not in the heirarchy whatsoever. Indeed very intriguing. Even when strangers come over, she comes out to see who they are. Never close, but she comes into the room to check things out.
And again, while there hasn't been a headbutt (that I'm aware of), I suspect it will happen shortly...sometime this year, at least, and likely sooner rather than later.
She's really become such a dear one, and such an outgoing cat. I never would've believed it at the beginning...and thank all of you for being there with me all the way. The journey's not over, but it's well begun and when I look back at who she was then, and who she is now, I simply can't believe how far she's been willing to journey. And that you all have been on that journey with me has made it bearable.
Thanks, everyone. I really do appreciate each and every post cheering her and I on...it matters.