Luna is in love. Jack is not in love.

Luna likes to follow him around like a 11 year old stalker girl or perhaps a very annoying little sister.

Jack just tries to ignore her.

Luna thinks Jack is pretty darn keen and invades his personal space all the time and makes him hiss and rear back like she has cooties.

So she waits until he’s sleeping and then gets as close to him as she can and watches him sleep. In that chicken laying an egg pose that kitties seem to like.

Jack pretends to be asleep. But I think secretly, he kind of likes the girl attention. Every so often, when they are outside, and she’s following him all over the place and wrecking any chance he has with the other ladies, he will suddenly turn around and chase her all over the yard until she climbs a tree and he gets about 2 or 3 feet up the tree and can’t go any further.

Someone declawed him as well as ah, putting a cramp in his ladies man image he would like to portray. And tree climbing turns into tree hugging and then tree-falling-off-ing for Jack.

He won’t admit it, but I think he kinda likes being wanted. And needed. After all, Jack is our token male here at the Moby. He’s the only one. Now he’s got a whole houseful of ladies to keep an eye on. And a bed to keep warm. He’s our little charming gentleman.

He’s such a sweetie.