While back in Illinois, I got to catch up with Bruce. He has grown some… but he’s also quite the troublemaker. He has claws and fangs and ain’t afraid to use ’em.
I also got to meet “Jazz” for the first time. He was rescued from the wild six or so months ago… wandering around sick and starving, he managed to stumble across just the right people. Now he’s living the good life. He’s some sort of special breed… a Persian or Himalayan or one of them smoosh-faced critters. Can’t say s I’m overly thrilled with people who think it’s just neato to intentionally breed cats like this whose sinus cavities are so mashed in that they can’t smell well enough to hunt, so that if they get out – or are kicked out – they can’t fend for themselves. But I can say I approve of those who rescue such animals. Jazz is a bit of a special needs cat, but he seems like a nice guy, and deserves better than he had. Fortunately, he got better than he had.
