We have nine cats. Yes, you read that right: 9 cats. It is impossible for me to blog without talking about cats. Not only are cats a constant in my life but cats have always been part of my life.
There are four cats that have been “my” cats: Snowball, Joplin, Jazmyn and Jack. Jack is sleeping on the end of my recliner as I write this. The others live in my memory now. Jack is the oldest of our current family of cats. He is part Maine Coon. He is long and lean. He looks huge because of both his length and his long hair. He is a gorgeous cat with tortoiseshell coloring. He is both sweet and stubborn. He is possessive and jealous of me. He regularly gets on my and pushes my tablet away. It isn’t unusual for him to simply lay on my phone or tablet to make sure my attention is on him. He is easily the most beautiful cat I’ve ever owned and I refer to him as my beautiful boy.
Jack and four others are foundlings. Jack had obviously had a home at some point but when he started wandering into our yard he was rough coated, undernourished and underweight. He was about six months old when I took him in and he was mine from the start. He is named after Captain Jack Harkness because he seeks love from everyone. Faithfulness is not in his nature.
Jack is very clever. He likes to open doors. To amuse himself he will sometimes slightly open and cabinet door and let it close, over and over and over. He is eight years old now and is still the fastest of the cats. He still loves to play and will go from sedate to playful in a heartbeat. When it comes to catnip he is the ultimate stoner. He is so mellow he drools. We learned quickly that putting catnip on a scratching pad leads to a soggy scratching pad that is totally dominated by Jack’s large body.
I firmly believe that if everyone had a Jack there would be world peace. He is just that sweet.
