Likes: It used to be ...Playing with the mousie on the pole and teasing Sammy--- As of August 13 it's playing hide and seek with Fatty
Pet-Peeves: Being picked up and snuggled when he's not in the mood. Being separated when he's eating, so he can't get to the Fancy Feast.
Favorite Toy: anything dangling from a pole and the chewie TBG bought Bradley
Favorite Nap Spot: - Now It is on top the ten foot Thomasville wall unit.- still on the the wall unit, as of 8/13/07
Favorite Food: - update It's fancy Feast for all the boys
Skills: He still hitches a ride on my shoulder but it's a vehicle to higher ground.
Arrival Story: He jumped up on my shoulder, at Pet Co. I had been looking every week, and as soon as i saw him, I knew. So did he. He waited in the cage for two hours, while I finished work, and took him home. Upon meeting my roomated 20 lb, eight year old Tabbies, Jazz was fearless. Sammy hissed and sulked for 3 days. bradley still doesn't get it. but Jazzpurr knows he is home.
Jazz is 10 months old and a handsome cat...He is an Alpha dude and
knows he is my number one son. I am waiting for a fourth cat, but in the mean time, Jazz and i have developed a nice routine. He rarely nips me, just nudge me at 6am to get up. I haven't used an alarm clock in ages. he plays hide and seek with Fatty, and even Purr-C - Jazzpurr as a wonderful tempurr-ment. I love him to peices!
Jazz is 13 weeks old today. He is growing rapidly..he flies through the air with the greatest of ease. He is affectionate, but not much for sitting around. I told Sammy ( who likes to bite and beat up on Bradley) that iw ould get even, and I have.
8/10/07- Jazzpurr is 21 weeks and growing like a weed. he plays endlessly with his step-bro Fatty. They are only 2 months apart, but it makes for an interesting dynamic. Jazz likes to be in charge, but Fatty gives as good as he gets.
5/5/09....Jazz is in charge..leaps from Armoire to armoire. Big boy, but a kittnen at heart
The other day I was watching Fatty. He went into TBG's bag and took a out something in a brown paper bag.. It was a bran muffin...he started it chomping away. Luckilly there were no raisins in it. I'm kind of particular, but it looked like it was worth trying. One bite and I was hooked.
I took a bite, and then The Big Girl came out of the shower and scooped up what was left. I gave her a nose kiss but it was useless. The muffin was gone.
T BG went to work and when she came back, we hid. She went straight to the littler box. Fatty squeaked "I did my duty!" Me? I confess to nothing!