Monthly Archives: January 2019

The Story of Jack

As you know from reading this blog, Obi and Oliver were very close. We’ve always known that Obi would miss his brother when he was gone. We have also known, from his records at the shelter when he was adopted, that he wasn’t cut out to be an only cat.

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But, with the move and some travel and the loss of Oliver, we didn’t want to pile on a new cat right away. So we waited. As we settled into the new house it was obvious that Obi was lonely. It was time.

I searched the local shelter online during the week and found a couple who seemed promising, based on their limited listings. We were looking for a young adult cat, probably a male. Then, on Saturday, we packed up the whole family and headed out to pick our next family member.

We looked at all the cats. Wandered room to room. No one really clicked. But then I asked a passing volunteer about a cat I’d had a good feeling about online: Blaze. We were directed to the communal cat room behind us – a good sign that he was housed with other cats. We looked at each cat in the room through the glass. None of them was Blaze. Then a tube on the floor moved. And out strolled a grey cat.

He looked at me. He looked at The Boy. Then he saw Buddy. And he walked up to the glass and tried to hug him. It was Blaze. When he saw Okay he attempted a double hug.

We quickly found a volunteer and arranged to meet Blaze in person.

From the second he hopped out of the carrier, Blaze had us. He played with Buddy. He checked out Okay in her carrier. He jumped into The Boy’s lap and demanded pets. We already knew he was good with other cats. He proved he would be good with kids when he didn’t bat an eye at Buddy accidentally smacking him with the door of the metal carrier and then letting it slam loudly into the wall of the cage.

Soon he was ours.

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He and Obi were excited to meet each other. We let them meet through glass doors, giving them something in common immediately – a shared hatred of closed doors. When they were allowed to meet there were just a couple hours of “I think we’re playing…are we playing?” Then we all breathed deeply and started to enjoy life with two cats, as is meant to be.

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We’d intended to keep his name, Blaze, for lack of any other ideas. But my sleep deprived brain kept calling him Jack. And it fits him well.

Over the months, Jack has moved right in and made a place for himself. Everywhere. He is a pushy little bowling ball of a cat, in the middle of everything. He throws himself onto feet as people walk across the room. He dives into Buddy’s bed when I go to wake him up in the morning. And he has decided that taking care of Okay is his personal mission. Even if she is a little grabby. That includes lying on top of her and purring furiously while she’s in her car seat and during night time feedings.

We say “hi, Jack,” in an exasperated tone, several times an hour.

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Jack is heavy enough to Thunder all on his own. You can hear him jump off of things from across the house. So an Obi and Jack Thunder makes quite a ruckus. And the Thunder rolls all. day. long.

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Jack is grey and loves to Thunder and he’s dumber than a box of rocks, but he has not replaced Oliver in our hearts. He and Obi don’t snuggle like the brown kitten did with his fluffy older brother. I, too, have lost my night time snugglebuddy. But, at 4 a.m., Obi visits me and we have a short cuddle. And we’re whole…for five minutes before Obi can’t stand people snuggles anymore.

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And we love Jack more every day. He’s a good boy.

Thundering On

Hello, peoples of the internet. Obi here with a lot of changes to re-

HELLO MY NAME IS JACK AND I LOVE YOU.

-port. First, obviously, is that I have a new broth-

HELLO MY NAME IS JACK AND I CAN’T WAIT TO MEET YOU.

-er. Jack. More about him later.

WHY LATER?

Because, Jack, they need to know why you’re here.

I’M HERE BECAUSE I LOVE THEM AND WANT TO MEET THEM.

No, why you’re-

YES, I LOVE THEM. I LOVE YOU. I WANT TO MEET THEM. WILL THEY RUB MY BELLY?

Jack! Look! Crunchy birds in the window!

Anywho. Sadly, my brother Oliver is no longer with us. He was getting very old and tired and skinny. And deaf. When we found out we were going to move to another state, The Girl and Oli discussed it and decided he would rather retire at home. So she and I said goodbye to him, on our favorite snuggling couch, in August.

Which brings us to another change. We moved to Colorado. I like it okay. There are big screen OutTvs all over the house. The birds are very close in one window.

THEY FLEW AWAY WHEN I SAID “HELLO CRUNCHY BIRDS I AM JACK AND I WOULD LOVE TO EAT YOU.”

We also got another little human.

I AM JACK AND I LOVE HER.

Yes, you do. With two little ones, and a year of more knowledge, we decided we needed a better name for Squeak. He never ever squeaks anymore. So we decided to call them what The Girl calls them. And first we though Squeak should be Stop.

BUT THAT IS MY NAME WHEN MY NAME IS NOT JACK.

Exactly. So instead, we call him Buddy. And the little one is Okay. They tell her all the time that she is Okay.

Okay is weirdly appealing. She’s grabby and loud but I just can’t stay away from her.

I LOVE HER AND WANT TO SLEEP IN HER BED BUT THE GIRL DOESN’T LET ME.

You weigh more than Okay, Jack. You can’t sleep on top of the baby.

I LOVE HER AND SHE LOVES ME. SHE GRABS ME. IT HURTS. I LOVE HER. I’M NOT ALLOWED TO BITE HER.

Right. So the final change is that…this was a lot of changes. I got sick this fall and my head was pounding. When Okay was screaming I walked up and nipped at her. The Girl took me to a doctor who said my illness was stress related. The Girl put me back on the “Happy Juice” that I took when Buddy was a baby. I’m feeling much better.

I feel bad about nipping at Okay. Everyone understands. And The Girl points out that Okay hasn’t done that high pitched shriek, that was annoying everyone even without a headache, since. So maybe I trained her. But that’s the end of my baby training days.

Maybe I’ll train her to nap when she’s older – her big girl bed is very comfortable.

MY NAME IS JACK AND IT WAS GREAT TO MEET YOU. I LOVE YOU.

HEY, IS THAT A PICTURE OF ME?

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