Persian/Breed Unknown
Picture of Jack, a male Persian/Breed Unknown

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Home:In The Country, MO  
Sex: Male   Weight: 9 lbs.

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Jack Cat, Jack Jack, Jack Z Cat, Bubba

Kitty Complexion:
sleepyvery active
not curiousvery curious
not vocalvery vocal

Sun Sign:
Quick Bio:
-mixed breed

Gray and White

My mom

Not being able to sit where I want (on Mom)

Favorite Toy:
The other cats

Favorite Nap Spot:
On mom

Favorite Food:
Cat Chow

Not really, but I have an incredibly annoying habit of licking mom's nose.


Arrival Story:
My mother was a long-haired calico that belonged to my human mom's mom. She was literally carried in by a great dane. Father was a smokey grey persian that my human uncle found in a rain storm in Tulsa, OK. They made a funny couple because mother was very tiny and so pretty while father was big and tough. But, they must've loved each other so here I am. I was taken from my birth home along with my brother so we could find new homes where we could be safe from another dog who killed two of our siblings. That was 11 years ago and I am still here. My brother, Bobby is no longer with us though and I really miss him.

My mom got lost once for 4 months. I got outside and decided to explore a little. The nect thing I knew, I couldn't find my mom or my house. They must've gotten lost while I was looking around. I was worried, but decided to hang out with an elderly lady who fed me on her porch. I wouldn't let her pet me though. One day, this crazy woman jumped out of a car and started running towards me. She was scarey so I hid in the bushes. Later, the same lady came towards me with a can of food. It smelled sooo good. I had lost a lot of weight- I was down to only 6 pounds and I am a hefty boy normally- so I couldn't resist. I took the food and then realized the "crazy" lady who was after me was really Mom. I found her! I would not let her out of my sight for a week after we got home. I even followed her from one room to the next to make sure she didn't get lost again. My mom just laughed and said she loved me. And to think the lady who let me stay on her porch called me "just some old stray." After that, you would think I would learn to stay home so I could keep an eye on Mom, but no, not me. She made the move from Oklahoma to California all right, but when we moved to Missouri, I decide to go exploring again. The town seemed small enough and there wasn't many cars, so I was sure mom wouldn't get lost again. Well, she did. This time, she was only gone for about a month. I found some other kitties to live with for a while. I gues meanwhile my mom had been searching for me-like I was the one who was lost. One day, she decided to pass out a flyer to every single house in town that said I was missing. One of my sisters took a flyer to the house that I was staying at. She saw me and took me to mom who was waiting in the car. Boy, was I ever glad to see her (again)! She said I need to stop gettting lost, but I don't see how it's my fault that when I decide to go home, it just isn't where I think it ought to be. Either way, my exploring days are over. I keep a close eye on Mom now. I can't stand the thought of her getting lost again. Today, I have decided that exploring is not a good idea. Mom gets lost too easily.

Forums Motto:
That's MY mom!

Journey to Rainbow Bridge:
This January, Jack was diagnosed with advanced kidney failure. So far, he has done okay all things considered. He has good days and bad days. He is still my baby and it hurts me to see him sick and know that he may not be with me much longer. Tuesday, July 17 was the last time I was able to hold my Jack and I told him good-bye. He had become too sick to be with me any longer and I knew it was time to let him go run on the Rainbow Bridge.

I've Been On Catster Since:
August 22nd 2006 More than 10 years!

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