Our Year With Penny
Dec 24, 2019
5 minutes
By Jennifer Norman, Sherman Oaks, California
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The day I met Penny my life was pretty much falling apart. My husband had just told me he wanted to leave. We were in the middle of a remodel, and our house literally was falling apart. I had a job at a costume store in a city south of Los Angeles. But I felt farther than ever from my dream of being a Hollywood costume designer. How was I even going to make my house payment?
Penny was a kitten. A scrawny, filthy weeks-old ball of black fur with runny eyes and a runny nose, she turned up one day in the backyard. I picked her up and, though she looked near death, she immediately purred with pleasure. I already had one rescue cat named Annie. And I had a pretty good idea where Penny had
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