Another on of Jake rding the T. This seems like it’s just begging for a caption.
What could be sadder than a rainy Monday? However, today’s Page-a-Day Cat Calendar cat made it considerably more cheery:
Today, I needed to run an errand to Beadworks in Harvard Square, and Jacoby came along with me to keep me company.
The funniest thing happened in the bead shop. I was looking at beads near the entrance door, and a woman walked into the store. She saw Jake, and said, “Oh, see? I wish my cat would walk on a leash like that!” She knelt down to pet him, and asked, “Is he an Abyssinian?” I said that she was, and she continued, “You know, the only other cat I’ve seen on a leash like that was an Abyssinian, too. It was a few years ago, and I remember it was so cool how calm he was.”
How many Abys on leashes can there be in the Boston area? “That might have been me,” I said. “Where was it?”
“Oh, Somerville, some festival or something.” I nodded. Thought so. “That was me,” I said. “That was me with his half-brother Gun-Hee! We went to ArtBeat, so you must have seen him there.”
Boston can be a very small world sometimes.
I just got a new camera today, and here’s a couple of test shots of Angel’s tongue.
As I said in yesterday’s post, Jacoby and I had an encounter with an irresponsible Dachshund owner. She drove up with her two overweight, unneutered, unleashed dogs Leo and Wolfie. We’d had a run-in with her once before back in August, and knew she was one of those dog owners, so we packed up and started to walk away.
It did no good, because the dogs ran after us, barking like mad. I happened to have my video camera running at the time, though…
For the record, my husband never kicked her dog. He did yell at her to get her dogs away from Angel (who was panicking), though.
Despite all the stupid, I can’t help but point out what an awesome little cat Jacoby is. Watch him during the whole dachshund debacle; his ears are back, but he’s calm and not puffed up, hissing, or nervous at all, despite these dogs surrounding him and barking at him. He even continued to walk on home:
(Pardon my editorial comments…I was a pretty proud momma!)
Here’s Jake and those two dogs back in August when we first encountered them:
Right now, I’m looking into what I can do about her (that park is not a dog park; the nearest one to our part of Boston is in the South End).
I will say this, though: It bodes well for Jake becoming a therapy cat.
This past week has seen glorious spring weather in Boston, so we took Jacoby out for his first walk of the year. Apart from a run-in with an irresponsible Dachshund owner (more on that later), it was a wonderul time. Considering that the last time it wasn’t too cold for him to go out was six months ago, he walked on his leash like a pro.
Jacoby seemed to love Binford Park as much as Gun-Hee did. Some of Gun-Hee’s ashes are scattered there, actually.
Kylie came along with us. It was a gorgeous day.
Here’s a rather long video, too:
It’s much bigger than I expected!
I love that he left our hardwood floorboards in the base.
Here’s Jacoby posing with the carving.
Angel checks out her likeness…
It’s pretty realistic! I’d know that was Angel, wouldn’t you?
Gun-Hee seemed to keep growing after he passed his first birthday. I don’t know if it’s an Aby thing or a boycat thing, but Jacoby is already a full-sized cat at 11 months old. If he keeps growing the way Gun-Hee did, until he’s around a year and a half old or so, he’s going to be huge! I’m thinking he may turn out to be larger than Gun-Hee. I hope he doesn’t, though…If he grows too much, I’ll have to get him a new service harness, winter coat, and maybe even a carrier.
Today is St. Patrick’s Day, and in Boston, it’s a huge city-wide party, especially in South Boston. Since it rained on the Parade last Sunday, the celebration in our neighbourhood was somewhat subdued…but that’s didn’t stop Jacoby from getting his Irish up.
Angel gets brave when it’s time for the cats’ nightly can of cat food. She does this little dance and twitches her tail, as though she’s so excited she can’t contain herself.
She is such a solid little cat. We call her our “brick.” For an Aby she has short legs and a short tail, relatively speaking. She’s also kind of bow-legged. When she runs, she throws her legs out sideways like a boycat, rather than keeping her feet all inline like a girl. She’s the only female cat I’ve had who runs like that.
Firefox has new “Personas” to dress up your browser. I found an Abyssinian-themed one. This is Samuka, created by Zsofiajudit.
Leave it to me to find the Aby in 211 pages of nature-themed backgrounds…
11 months ago today, Ch. Instincts Santa Catalina of Pellburn gave birth to three kittens, the last offspring of Gr. Ch. Pellburn Scarface Cat Pacino. Scar died in a tragic accident about a month before the kittens were born; in fact, when he died, it wasn’t known that Catalina was pregnant yet.
Today, those three kittens, Scarlett Cat Pacino, Johnny Dillinger and Jacoby Stealin’ Home, are 11 months old.
I haven’t seen Jake’s littermates, but if they’re anything like him, they’ve come a long way from this: