My new furry friend is Captain Jack Sparrow, or Captain Jack (or "Just Jack"). I was really surprised by how quickly I was ready for another cat after Marty passed. It was just so weird not to have a cat in the house, and I realized that regardless of the kitty, part of my identity is "cat mom." That's just who I am.
And so the quest for a new cat began. The experience reinforced my belief that its best to let the animal pick you. That's how Marty came to be mine, and it happened again with Jack. I was so overwhelmed at the various shelters I visited. My best friend Chris was a trooper, keeping my spirits up as I became ready to give up. We ended up finding Jack at the local PetsMart; he was there through an organization called Love-A-Stray.
Life with Jack is something to which I am still adjusting. Not only do I miss Marty very much, but it's been a long time since I've lived with a cat that actually likes to play! At 1 1/2 years old, Jack is a bundle of non-stop energy! I'd grown quite accustomed to the sedate habits of a senior cat, but I'm learning to enjoy the fun of watching a young kitty discover the bathroom sink, shadows and cell phone ringtones.
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That's my Jack-mas! It was quite the adventure trying to find the *right* kitty to share your massive kitty love. Jack is one lucky little boy! I know how difficult it is to open your heart to a new pet but you ARE a cat mom...always will be. Jack will keep you on your toes for MANY years to come...that I am certain. Treats to all!!
((Hugs))
The Proud Auntie!
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