|Jackson having morning cuddles|
In the cat rooms, we looked at all the fuzzy faces meowing at us through their windows and the kids begged to cuddle each one in turn. Hubby grimly avoided eye-contact with the felines and looked over his shoulder. That's when he saw Jackson. Face like a Grumpy Cat calendar, he was rubbing himself frantically along his window, begging to say hello. Hubby's resolution cracked just enough to agree to a cuddle. As he held Jackson, the puss smushed him so affectionately that the cat seemed practically drunk! "Look, Look" the kids had pointed triumphantly "Jackson has no tail". That was it. Face like thunder - tick. Daft as a brush - tick. No tail - tick. Grab yer catnip Jacko - you've pulled.
|Ziggy and my Son|
One morning he wasn't home for breakfast. I thought it unusual since he never wanders far from the garden and has never missed a meal. To-date, he has missed 6 breakfasts and I have missed his little face to the point of heartbreak.
|I miss this furry face!|
I've wondered constantly what might have happened to him. Is he trapped somewhere? Is he sick or been poisoned like a number of local cats have been recently? Is he lost or simply out on the razz? Has he smushed someone so affectionately that they decided to keep him? For sure, that person wont know about all of Jacksons allergies and food intolerances so I expected that when his guts react all over their carpets, Jackson will soon be shoved out of the door. Will he be able to find his way home then? He is chipped and has a collar but...
|No Tail Jacko & my Niece|