A "Junkless" Jake

Totally inappropriate title, but it cracks me up. Thanks for the idea, April. 😉

Jake got back home on Monday afternoon, having gone through his surgery with no problems. When Buds and I let him out of the cat carrier back in our bedroom, he staggered around for a bit like a drunken cat, but quickly got his balance back.

We’re supposed to keep him quiet with no play for a week.

I’m not sure what sort of magicians they think we are, but getting a twelve-week old cat to not play is like putting marshmallows and sticks out by the bonfire and telling people not to roast them.

Jake waits by the door in our bedroom like an Olympic sprinter waiting for the gun to go off, then he streaks down the hallway. I swear he’s yelling, “Catch me, you fools!” as he zips through your legs.

We’ve agreed to keep him locked in the prison of our bedroom until Saturday, and then we’ll give him a taste of greater freedom.

Eventually his information and picture will be posted here, but for now we’ll keep enjoying his loud purr and two-step-escape tango.

Cat-ch me, you fools.