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Friday, February 26, 2016

The story of Jim

Warning: this is a cat story so if you don't like cats, feel free to skip this post!

If you do like cats, or a least tolerate them and find them occasionally amusing, let me introduce you to Jim


Jim is one of my three cats and the last one I acquired while still employed at a veterinary clinic in 2012. He arrived  in a cat carrier accompanied by a teary-eyed girl and her boyfriend. The girl said the shelter wasn't taking cats (and they weren't; I called to confirm) and they had to move and the place they were moving into didn't allow cats. If she hadn't been crying I might not have felt so bad but I could tell she really liked her cat and I could see why. He was very handsome (I love black cats). He also had another name but I can't remember what it was. Something stupid.

You can see where this story goes (honestly, it's a good thing I don't work there any more, otherwise I'd probably still have seven, or, God forbid, more) so I'll cut to the chase and fast forward a couple months. Jim is now living in my house, I've lost my job, and we end up at another veterinary clinic because Jim is blocked. For those who don't know what that means, it means he couldn't pee. Not good. I spend some of my savings saving him, because if you don't do something, the cat will die.

Two weeks later it happens again. Savings dwindling. Jim needs special food. Apparently he's stressed (Really, Jim? You're stressed? How about yours truly who saved your ass and now doesn't have a job to support you). Not that I'm surprised. I still had five or six cats then, and he had come from a single cat home. Of course he was stressed! We were probably all stressed.

Thankfully we got through that awful period and between then and now I lost a few cats, bringing me down to the somewhat reasonable number of three cats. Which makes Jim happier.

But here's the thing about Jim. He doesn't even like me. Seriously. He hardly ever purrs for me, and most of the time when I pat him he looks annoyed, like this



Worse yet? He likes my son. A lot. Purrs for him. Gets into his lap. But not me who saved him from who knows what fate, not me who took him to the vet (twice!!!) and spent money I didn't really have to spare, and certainly not me who continues to buy his special (expensive food). Nope, he likes someone else. Anyone else really, just not me.

And that's Jim.

Luckily I have Kitten (speaking of stupid names) to go with him

The boys


Have a fabulous weekend :)

21 comments:

  1. That's why you can't figure out cats. Ungrateful little critters. At least he likes somebody.

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  2. Cats definitely have unique personalities, but sheesh! Jim could at least show you a little bit of appreciation, anyway. Oh well, I guess what's really important isn't whether or not he likes you, but whether or not you like him, and obviously, you DO. Lucky for him.

    Lord, I wouldn't make it working in a place with animals that need homes. I mean, how can you turn ANY of them down...? (My husband would not be impressed.)

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    1. Yeah, it wasn't good. I took way too many home. Not that I didn't love them all, but 7 cats is a bit much.

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  3. All too familiar.
    Both our current cats are black. Both are rescue cats. Both are much loved.
    And Jazz tolerates me. And love, love, loves my partner.
    I seem to be an acquired taste for cats. One of our previous cats took fourteen years before she decided she loved me, and for another it took me going to hospital (absence DID make his heart grow fonder).

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    1. Your black cats are very attractive. And yes, Jim tolerates me. Barely.

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  4. I have given up trying to figure out how a cat's reasoning works.

    Jim is adorable. He's definitely got the crazy eyes tho...

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    1. He's definitely a good looking cat, but I think he'd be happier if there weren't any other cats around.

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    2. Daisy is the same way. She never recovered when we lost Callisto.

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  5. That's why I'm a dog person. I like slobbery kisses when I come home. :P

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  6. Yep, cats are interesting. I find that if I don't care if they like me, they like me. When I try to get them to like me, they don't. So, I ignore them most of the time. It works.

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    1. I've never 'owned' a cat that didn't like me before. This is a first.

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  7. Ha! Jim knows the hierarchy in your household, just like most cats do. He looks a lot like my last cat, Maui. Luna is a black cat too, as you know, but she is very delicate. Maui was robust like Jim.

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  8. LOL I love cats and this cracked me up. Little stinker. Even if he won't admit it, Jim is a lucky guy to have landed in your home.

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  9. You wrote this well and you were funny. Though I don't know if you were meaning to be funny. Anyway, cats are weird. He is lucky to have you. Very sorry though, to hear about the other cats who passed.

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    1. I was trying to be a little funny, because cats ARE funny, and weird, an snotty, and adorable...I could go on, but I won't :)

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    2. Cool beans because you were.

      Happy Weekend. Just watched that dance thing from your other post. Very fun as well.

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  10. such lovely fluffykins! Mine tomcat Ignatius is currently in his mating mood, disappears for a day or two to search for ladies :)

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  11. This post made me laugh. I think cats teach us some really wonderful lessons. One of which is, sometimes the people in our lives don't enjoy us. Don't take it personally. Continue to provide care for these folks. Life is like this. Cats are just honest about it.
    Love you sister!

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