Jasper
Jasper, our big cat. Becky and my first cat together, and my first
cat period. We found him on my balcony two days before I moved from
Bloomington, Indiana to Champaign. Having lived in the wild in the
parking lot of the apartment building after he was abandoned has given
him a few odd habits. As long as he knows that food is around, he's
pretty much content to leave things be--he has no need at all to be
the leader of the pack. However, he will eat food until he's sick,
sometimes.
Jasper, sitting on the wine rack by the back window. I've obviously
distracted him to take this picture; normally he'd be sitting here
looking out the window at the porch. (The porch is his favorite place
in the world.)
dead to the world.
Super-kitty!
Bragging on my boy
Being a rescued formerly starving cat, Jasper is incredibly sweet and
zen about pretty much anything. I'm always cautious about saying that
my cat is the nicest one around, but that really is true in this
case. Ever since we got him, Jasper has been perfectly happen to be
flipped on his back and held like a baby, which most cast don't like.
He just purrs, as he gets his belly scratched. What defines him as
the sweetest cat ever is that while holding him like this, I can trim
his claws, and he doesn't fight me.
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