Nicknames: Jigs, Jiggy, Jigsy, Jigsaw-puzzle, Jiggle, Jiggler, and apparently originally "Almond"
Birthday: August 29th 2002
Coloration: Orange Tabby
Likes: Being petted, most any food, his buddy Mystery, and bathroom sinks.
Pet-Peeves: Being left alone in the dark (even with a night light) and always having to wait around for Chibi to settle down before he can come get his food and lovings.
Favorite Toy: Other cats, although he has found out pretty fast that fighting with Chibi isn't always very "fun"
Favorite Nap Spot: In front of his shed or under his pine tree if the dogs aren't around to bother him and on our deck if Chibi is tolerating him that day. Inside he loves the sink and the little kitten sized kitty condo.
Favorite Food: Anything he can have for free!
Skills: Appearance out of thin air, superior will-power to stick it out through the very long process of befriending grumpy ol' Chibi
Arrival Story: A while after Mystery showed up, and we were trying to catch him to get him fixed, Jigsaw appeared out of nowhere in just the same fashion. By his size and color we figured he was a boy, so "Enigma" didn't suit him, and puzzle was too obvious, so he became our little Jigsaw (-puzzle). When he got closer we realized he was already eartipped, meaning he's been fixed already! He is also very brave, not as shy as Mystery about coming close to us. It didn't take long before we realized we could pet him with no problems and he just loves it!
Bio: Spay and Stay looked up nearby colonies to see if anyone had fixed an orange cat since their program began and couldn't seem to find his caretakers. We know they took good care of him and loved him very much though by the way he purrs and drools when we pet him. I'm sure if he could he'd thank them for all their work. (It's not easy getting a feral cat so tame that strangers can pet him after so little close contact!)In November of 2007 Jigsy came home with a very swollen paw. Since he was so tame I was easily able to put him in a carrier and get him treated at the vet. A scan of his microchip revealed he was originally known as "Almond" in a colony in nearby Wadsworth, IL and as suspected was one of the earliest kitties fixed through the Spay and Stay program! His former caretaker couldn't be reached, so I paid for him and took him home to recover. During that time he was sweet as could be despite the stress of being trapped in a bathroom. Christmas came and he had finished his medications and was walking fine, so we let him loose. Unfortunately he took off running and we never saw him again. Hopefully he found a nearby colony where the caretakers will be brave and pet him and get to see his overjoyed drooling face! -Update! On 1/13/2010 Jigsy suddenly showed up again chubbier than we've ever seen him even after some big snow storms. Chibi of course is not pleased but we're happy to know he's okay and hope he can stay with us once more!
Good news and bad news everyone. Good news first! I regained my ability to walk fully! A week or so before Christmas I was weened off pain meds and on Christmas morning I was still walking so they put me in the carrier, took me out to Mystery's shed where our new shelter was waiting for us, and opened it up. I came bolting out, a happy sight indeed but then ran right around the shed and under the fence and just kept running. The bad news? No one here has seen me since. But they are hopeful that I was just sore about being kept against my will for 2 months (once I got on the pain meds and felt better I didn't see the need to be cooped up inside, you cna't explain things like narcotics and nerve damage to kitty cats!) and went back to my old colony. At any rate Mystery is still sticking around, getting used to being petted, and doing his best to make Chibi and Hannah love him. If I come back I'm sure at least he'll welcome me and we can hang out in the shed like old times.
Wish me luck everyone, and I dont know.... encourage me telepathically to accept that my humans were looking out for my best interests and they didn't spend hundreds of dollars on vet bills and risk their safety caging me and medicating me just to be mean?
Well I did have to go back to the vet. If it was just an infection the antibiotics and the swelling going down should have meant I could walk again. So off I went. That was fun. They caught me off-guard the first time they put me in a carrier; but the second time around I knew what it was for! I didn't hiss or scratch or bite, but I did flail about frantically enough to foil 2 attempts and I got so scared I wet my little kitty pants a bit. But through all the drama we got there!
Good news! My leg still didn't seem to be broken at all, no need for x-rays. Bad news- they picked at my scabs that had been falling off and found out I had a big laceration almost completely around my leg, meaning that was probably what originally caused me to limp and then someone (cough, Chibi, cough) must have taken advantage of my disability and given me the bites which caued massive swelling and covered up the real problem. The laceration likely caused some major nerve damage, which is why it still hurts to put weight on my paw. They've put me on some pain medications and we'll see if I walk better after a week or so on them. Then if they work I'll taper off and see if I can keep walking without them. More good news is that since I can still knead my paw very well and I can hold it up out of the way when I limp there is very little chance that I'll need an amputation and eventually I should get back to walking on all fours without medication and then I can go back out. Crossing our paws!
In unrelated news- my people like me too much! They pet me and pet me, and they love my purr. Tonight I was purring with a super high, almost musical trill and it inspired them to adlib the following "song"-
"Twinkle, twinkle, little Jiggles-
You're so cute you give us giggles.
Li'l black whiskers on your face-
They look a tad bit out of place.
We love him, he's such a good boy!
He's our pride and "Almond" joy!"
Hey everyone. Still reporting from the downstairs bathroom. I'm feel a lot better. I wave my paw around in the air when I get my belly rubs and seem in general good spirits, but I still can't put weight in it. I start to and it just curls under. We've e-mailed my vet to see what she thinks- I hope I don't have to go back!
Wish me luck recovering so I can go outside with Mystery and we can use our new shelter together. Chibi wouldn't let him use it on his deck so we've got it as our bed inside our current shelter- the great big shed. It should be much cozier for us on cold winter nights. but two tabby swirls are warmer than one. But don't feel too bad for me if I'm stuck in here much longer- being petted and fed fancy canned food several times a day isn't so bad- and neither is not having to deal with Chibi's mood swings!