Five Years Together and Counting
Mom and I have been together for more than five years now. From the moment she walked into my foster parent’s apartment I wanted to go home with her. She initially came to see if she wanted to take my brother but I was a persistent little guy and once she picked me up and looked into my eyes I knew we would be together forever.
This is me a week after mom brought me home
I have come to understand her language but it has not always been easy. I don’t know exactly what she says to me but I know what the result of some words mean.
Food – now that I understood VERY quickly. I think it is because mom is excited when she says it but I quickly meow that I understand and I run to the kitchen. It means she will give me a large spoonful of a tin of my favourite wet food. I only like turkey and chicken. Mom tells me that other cats like fish (and beef) but you would think she would know by now that I am not like ANY other cat!
More – Same as “food” but the second spoonful. I still meow loudly to make sure she knows I agree. Sometimes she forgets the second spoonful and I have to sit by my dish and meow loudly to remind her.
No More – Mom rubs her hands together and shows them empty and says no more. Not good because that is the end of the food.
Soon – I don’t like this one much either (and mom says this a lot) because it means whatever it is I am meowing at her for is not going to happen right away. It will happen eventually but not on my timetable – as though there is any other!
Later – This is like “soon” – only worse. It means that whatever I want to have happen will, but later which means not any time soon!
Walk – We are going outside so I run to the door and wait for mom to put the harness on. I keep telling her it is not necessary but for some reason she thinks I won’t come back if I don’t have it on. Of course I would come back – eventually.
Jason – My name is Jay of course (named for the Toronto Blue Jays) but when I am really bad mom calls me Jason really loudly so I have to stop whatever fun I am having and run away.
Baby – Mom always calls me this when I am not feeling well. I don’t know how she knows but she calls me “baby” or sometimes “poor baby” and rubs me gently. It always makes me feel better.
Little Guy – My favourite. I cuddle up in her lap in our recliner and put my head on mom’s chest. She pets my head and rubs my back and says “I love you little guy. You are best boy a mom could ever ask for.” I don’t know exactly what it means but I feel so safe and close to her it has to be good.
Here is the limk to the video of our first five years together:
May your life be as good as the one mom and I have together.
This is me looking handsome for mom
As Christopher Robin would say, just wait ’til you are six! And Piglet and Tyger and Eeyore and Owlie would have adored the Story of Jay.
Thank you yv for coming by to see Jay’s blog. You are very wise and I shall have a great year until I am six and on and on. I hope Christopher’s brood would have enjoyed my stories.
You are such an adorable and clever boy Jay. Thank you for taking such good care of your Mom and for providing us with beautiful pictures and videos of yourself! The two of you are very blessed to have each other.
I am kind of adorable aren’t I! Mom says I need to be more humble but that is one word I do not know the meaning of! I also agree mom and I are blessed to have each other.
How did I miss this? Or did I forget? At any rate, I sure enjoyed reading it now. They do own us don’t they.
You give Jay everything he needs. In return he loves you and fills your life with his handsome, excellent self. A great blessing.
They certainly do own us Vennie, as well you know!