This is a little story about our youngest fur-kid: Jasper. For those of you who haven't met him, he is a 3 year old black kitty who, although he is around 10 lbs, manages to look like a small kitten- especially next to Talen. His alternate names are: "the Little Monkey," "Jazz-poo," and (sorry mom), "the Little Fucker."
|ROR! I have no dignity!|
He is an incredibly sweet snuggle-bug and really loves to be under the covers. In fact, this winter it was not uncommon for me to pick up one of our down throws from the couch and discover that he had curled up underneath it. He also drools when he is reeeeally happy. Often on my face in the middle of the night. Charming.
Jasper, true to his monkey nick-name, is also a shoulder kitty. He loves to drape himself across my shoulders. Sometimes, he will unexpectedly leap from the ground up to my shoulders if I am not paying enough attention to him. This is not an issue in the winter when I am bundled in a hoodie. This IS an issue in the summer when I am in a tank top and sun burned.
Now we are getting to the "special" part...
We have to feed Jasper in a large, high sided, casserole dish. Because unlike most cats, who are fairly dainty eaters, Jasper somehow manages to push all of his food out and onto the floor in the process of eating. It is as if he can't quite figure out how to get the delicious crunchies from his bowl into his mouth and so he just pushes them around until he manages to get one in.
|This is what happens if we give him a normal bowl|
He also does not drink like a normal cat. He is certainly capable of normal cat-like drinking, but quite often I will hear splashing from the water bowls and, sure enough, there is Jasper. Digging in the water. And then licking off his paws. Splashing water everywhere. Or if he is feeling more dignified he just delicately dips one of his paws in the water so he can lick it off. And then he will jump on you with water dripping from his broken whiskers and one paw soaked up to the elbow.
Did I mention he has broken whiskers? Don't ask me how, but all of his little whiskers are perpetually broken.
|The dishwasher is actually a magical portal into the kitchen|