Yeah, yeah… Jack’s too sexy for his fur, too sexy for his fur, is gonna make you purr…

*sigh* now I’m stuck with that song in my head for the rest of the day.

I think I had Jack for a sum total of three days before we made our first trip to the emergency vet.

From across the room, I watched Jack attempt to jump from a bookshelf (not allowed) to the back of a chair. The back of the chair was about an inch wide.

Not surprisingly, Jack missed.

And managed to land on the edge of an industrial strength metal dustpan… and separate a joint in his back right leg.

Fortunately, the emergency vet felt that Jack was young enough that he would he heal up without any kind of intervention other than drugs to keep him calm and inactive. Those three days of meds, were the only three days in Jack’s life that he has been calm.  But, his leg healed just fine.

And he learned absolutely nothing from the experience — he is, afterall, a LOLcat.

There is no sleep as deep as the sleep of a LOLcat kitteh who has fully celebrated an event-filled Caturday.

Thanks ever so, Jack.

Jack has very little interest in people food and rarely makes any attempt to snatch food from a plate. But all those good manners are tossed out the window when it comes to beverages.

Jack loves him some beverages. Though he has learned to stay away from the sodas (he seems to take personal offense to the fizz-factor).

Ah well, I can always brew more tea.

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