This week’s Photo Hunt subject is “Pet.”
Cats are a pet of humans.
Or are they?
The word “pet” implies ownership.
But when it comes to cats…who owns whom?
Are cats our pets?
Or are we theirs?
It’s an interesting question.
Especially when it comes to the interactive and tactile creatures that are cats.
Ownership is a hazy concept at best when it comes to cats.
Even if you say, “the ones who do the petting are the ones who aren’t ‘pets'” doesn’t work. Kylie regularly pets humans by patting them on the head. So the one doing the petting isn’t the default “owner.”
So, am I Jacoby’s pet? Or is he my pet? Or…are we each other’s pet? It’s hard to say.
It was just five years ago today that Jacoby came to live with us.
Right from the start, I knew he was going to be just like his half-brother Gun-Hee.
A little bundle of kitteny energy!
Well, most of the time, anyway.
He fit in right away. Even though the girls were much bigger than he was, he walked around the apartment like he owned the place…
…Sharing their beds and favourite perches as though he’d always been there.
Jake decided pretty much from day one that the “no cats on the counters” rule did not apply to him.
He was always good at finding a loophole, too.
“I’m not ON the counter!”
The one thing he did that I always remember is, he decided he was my kitten pretty much as soon as he came into the house.
He likes my husband, and he likes the other cats…but he and I have a special bond, and we always have.
Happy gotcha day anniversary, little buddy!
It seems like the last week or so has been super busy, with therapy visits, Halloween and the whole Red Sox thing…
…time to just take a few moments and relax.
It’s Valentine’s season!
Everywhere you look, advertisements are showing you what “love” is.
Billboards, commercials, full-page ads in newspapers and magazines…you can’t escape it.
The message behind the ad, regardless of medium, seems to be that “love” has a price tag.
You want to show someone your love? Buy them that diamond or Pandora bracelet or new Lexus you didn’t give them for Christmas.
But that’s not really “love,” is it? (And doesn’t Jake remind you of Chessie in this photo?)
Love isn’t about how much you spend.
Love is coming in to a room where your loved one is, without being asked, and tucking yourself on their shoulder and under their chin. And purring.
That’s what real love is.
We watched Law & Order together for about three hours. Sadly, eventually I did have to get up, but I managed to extricate myself without disturbing Jacoby.
Jakey is my Valentine.
One thing that Jacoby has adopted as his personal job is protecting me at night. He sleeps on or near me every night. This cartoon was inspired by him sleeping on me, as I posted yesterday.
I always sleep more soundly when Jake’s around.
(Click cartoon to embiggen, or you can view all cartoons in Slideshow mode on Flickr.)
I’ve been really busy lately (as you may have noticed), and some of that has been for my “real” job. I had to travel to our New Hampshire office for a meeting and stayed overnight.
Jacoby really missed me.
He usually sleeps on the bed with me every night, but he tends to sleep on my feet or wedged behind my knees. You can tell when he’s really missed me because he sleeps as close to my head as he can get without suffocating me.
It’s really hard to get close-up iPhone photos in the dark without glasses, in case you were wondering…
Abys aren’t known to be “cuddly” cats, but they are deeply affectionate and extremely loyal to their one person.
Sometimes, sleepiness can turn affection and loyalty into cuddliness. Who knew?
Leave it to Cheezburger to post an Aby Mother’s Day LOLcat…
Of course, Jacoby can’t call his mother, but here she is…
And then, well…
I suppose he has two mothers, hasn’t he? This morning, he cuddled with his head on my shoulder in a ball under my chin, and, for once, he didn’t bite my earrings or my hair to wake me up. Ha! That must be his version of breakfast in bed!