Sadly, I'm not writing about some prince charming that came and swept me off my feet. Yep, this is a post about a cat (I'm that cool). Jackson is my silly, crazy man kitty. While he lives like a king now, he had some pretty humble beginnings. He was found living under a dumpster outside a Goodwill store with his mama and siblings about two and a half years ago. A wonderful rescue group, Independent Animal Rescue took in the kittens and their mom when Jackson was just a few weeks old, and found them all homes.
The person who rescued Jackson works at my vet and they treated him before he was adopted, so they've known him longer than I have. I called a few weeks ago to make an appointment (because, who doesn't like paying 30 bucks every year for a rabies shot for a cat that never goes outside?), and when I told them I was calling to make an appointment for Jackson, the receptionist said, "Oh! Loverboy!!!" Every single person on the staff at that vet knows exactly who he is, and they all parade by to visit him whenever I bring him in. The cat has never met a stranger. I seriously think he was supposed to be a dog. This is going to sound way lame but I'm going to throw it out there anyway. I actually look forward to bringing him to the vet, just because I love how much the staff dotes on him. That's so pathetic, I know. I'm guessing this is how people with kids feel?? You want to show them off and get people's approval? Ha!
Anyway, here's Jackson making himself at home while we were at the vet this afternoon.
Toy box for the kids? Yes, please.
Exam table? Don't mind if I do!
So that's my little 'loverboy'. I'll do a post on Macy at some point, but she's not really one for the limelight.
Oh, and Jackson did great until we were about a 1/4 mile from home. Then he pooped and peed in his carrier. Awesome.