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Jack Attack
Apr. 12th, 2021 07:12 pm♫The deal was made through PayPal, then on a dark and stormy day,
We headed back to Rochester, to take our Jack away......♫
Don't worry, though; nobody's headless. And we ultimately resorted to just giving Jack's foster a pile of cash money, because hitting an ATM was easier than screwing around with finding wifi in an unfamiliar neighborhood.*
As we recounted our longtime furbaby history to this woman younger than our own kid, though, we realized that our first, almost 33 years ago, was adopted from friends who lived about three blocks from her very home. We lived in Rochester at the time, so the drive was shorter. Yesterday's drive was fine, but once we got there and put our masks on, the elastic on the left side of mine snapped. Eleanor managed to jerry-rig it onto the rim of my glasses, so we entered safely, and there he was. Bigger than we expected- from best-we-can-tell records, he's actually two weeks younger than Bronzini and his lost bro, but here, in one of their first encounters, you can see the size difference:
In his bright, comfy home with one of his own litter-or-sheltermates, he was very at ease with us- purring up a storm, playing with (non-electrical) wires, giving the occasional non-yowly MEW. Those escalated on the drive home, as Jack's not much for car rides, but he eventually corked off on the hour drive back. Then it was time for meet and greet, and it went reasonably well. There were a few hisses, the occasional human reaction of "LANGUAGE!," but mostly they played rope-a-dope with each other. Jack eventually claimed space under the coffee table as his initial preferred spot. I took to calling it the Jackcave and thought about sending up a Jacksignal in case we needed him.
By tonight, though, he had captured the castle- the kitty condo Eleanor built after the pair came home, and which both Zini and Zoey have taken to at various times. The little guy seemed offput once Jack got up there, retreating to the kitchen and harumphing:
Jack likes open windows, laser pointers and quiet time while he gets to know this weird new place. He's seemed most comfortable with the dog than with any of the other species choices, so far. Pepper, along with the other two cats, pretty much kept to their overnight and morning routines today, sleeping (and waking-the-human) near me like they always do and eating on their set schedules. We're not sure if Jack has set feeding times or just grazes from kibble, but he still seems to have plenty of energy.
It's all a work in progress, but we think we've got good matches all the way around.
Boz has been very much in and top of mind, as we see Jack not as a replacement but as a continuation. That little Poohbear in the castle bed was one Eleanor gave the little guy in his failing weeks, and we've given it to Bronzini, and now to Jack, so they will always know there was a little kitten with a huge heart.
* ETA. Oops, I forgot that we DID have to hop on the wifi there, to e-sign the Offishul Adopt-y-One Agreement for this guy. Our hostess graciously let us connect to hers, which was conveniently named FUCK TRUMP. There was also a FUCK TRUMP 5G. Either would work, she said. She was quite right:)
We headed back to Rochester, to take our Jack away......♫
Don't worry, though; nobody's headless. And we ultimately resorted to just giving Jack's foster a pile of cash money, because hitting an ATM was easier than screwing around with finding wifi in an unfamiliar neighborhood.*
As we recounted our longtime furbaby history to this woman younger than our own kid, though, we realized that our first, almost 33 years ago, was adopted from friends who lived about three blocks from her very home. We lived in Rochester at the time, so the drive was shorter. Yesterday's drive was fine, but once we got there and put our masks on, the elastic on the left side of mine snapped. Eleanor managed to jerry-rig it onto the rim of my glasses, so we entered safely, and there he was. Bigger than we expected- from best-we-can-tell records, he's actually two weeks younger than Bronzini and his lost bro, but here, in one of their first encounters, you can see the size difference:
In his bright, comfy home with one of his own litter-or-sheltermates, he was very at ease with us- purring up a storm, playing with (non-electrical) wires, giving the occasional non-yowly MEW. Those escalated on the drive home, as Jack's not much for car rides, but he eventually corked off on the hour drive back. Then it was time for meet and greet, and it went reasonably well. There were a few hisses, the occasional human reaction of "LANGUAGE!," but mostly they played rope-a-dope with each other. Jack eventually claimed space under the coffee table as his initial preferred spot. I took to calling it the Jackcave and thought about sending up a Jacksignal in case we needed him.
By tonight, though, he had captured the castle- the kitty condo Eleanor built after the pair came home, and which both Zini and Zoey have taken to at various times. The little guy seemed offput once Jack got up there, retreating to the kitchen and harumphing:
Jack likes open windows, laser pointers and quiet time while he gets to know this weird new place. He's seemed most comfortable with the dog than with any of the other species choices, so far. Pepper, along with the other two cats, pretty much kept to their overnight and morning routines today, sleeping (and waking-the-human) near me like they always do and eating on their set schedules. We're not sure if Jack has set feeding times or just grazes from kibble, but he still seems to have plenty of energy.
It's all a work in progress, but we think we've got good matches all the way around.
Boz has been very much in and top of mind, as we see Jack not as a replacement but as a continuation. That little Poohbear in the castle bed was one Eleanor gave the little guy in his failing weeks, and we've given it to Bronzini, and now to Jack, so they will always know there was a little kitten with a huge heart.
* ETA. Oops, I forgot that we DID have to hop on the wifi there, to e-sign the Offishul Adopt-y-One Agreement for this guy. Our hostess graciously let us connect to hers, which was conveniently named FUCK TRUMP. There was also a FUCK TRUMP 5G. Either would work, she said. She was quite right:)