Cute Jack Photos

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It’s been a while since I wrote anything about Jack, so I thought I’d share my recent Jack adventure.

Yesterday evening, we got hit with the front end of a fairly nasty winter storm that is moving through the middle of the states. Super cold temperatures, blowing winds, snow, not much fun. Well about 8 PM I let Gypsy out for a quick doggie trip around the pine tree and Jack slipped out the door! He’s normally an indoor/outdoor kinda kitty boy, but I don’t think he really understood that it was nasty outside. But he trotted down the sidewalk, up to his elbows in snow and looked back once as I called him to return and forget this folly that was unfolding. Then he went on his rounds of his kitty ranch.

Well, Gypsy was ready to come in after about 3 seconds and she normally loves snow and winter. But this was cold and biting and just unpleasant. Since I was loosing ALL the heat in my moby standing there, calling for the dumb kitty, I decided, he would be done within 5 minutes so I closed up the door and went back to watching Netflix on the computer. (Great deal by the way…. downloadable tv episodes and movies and documentaries and such…. cheap!)

I digress. So I checked at about 5 minutes. No Jack. 15 minutes. No Jack. 25 minutes. No Jack. 26 minutes. No Jack. At about 27 minutes I was ready to don my gear and go tromping out in the storm for my boy. But then I got a snoot full of the cold and winds and said, naa…. he’s probably already hunkered down somewhere to wait it out. Or he’s next door at Miss B’s house, a kindly elderly lady that lives south of us and has about 15 kitty friends that she feeds and has a little outside shelter set up for. He hangs out there and pretends he’s homeless, even though he’s sporting a lovely nice collar and tag. Oh and he’s all beautiful and clean and fat and sassy. We laugh about it, and she welcomes him with open arms even though she knows better.

Well, three hours pass! And just before midnight I hear him padding on my window with this pitiful meoooow through the howling winds. I guess passing the time at the kitty shelter was not his cup of tea. I rushed to the door and called him and he bounded through the drifts on the sidewalk like a jackrabbit! I’ve never seen him more eager to come inside. He was all lovey and rubbing against my leg and purring like a freight train. Within 2 minutes he was in my room, making a nest and settling in with a warm happy kitty smile on his lips. He knows where it’s good.

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the banjo player for Deepwater Bluegrass, and the editor of BuckeyeBluegrass.com as well as the main graphic designer of the Westvon Publishing empire. She is a renaissance woman of many talents and has two lovely daughters and a rehab mobile home homestead to raise.

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