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JADE’S CATS: A PICTURE ESSAY
So, I have three cats! Back in 2006 after I moved to Annapolis, I adopted these two assholes
Tigger (in the back) and Annie (in the front), and they were both 4 or 5 months old when I got them. They’re not actually related, but were both the last ones of their respective litters.
Annie is a sweetheart and a total lap cat. The SPCA named her Little Orphan Annie because she had to be separated from Mom Cat and the rest of the litter because Mom Cat was the worst.
She’s also an obstacle in ever drawing anything ever because she likes to sleep on top of my paper/sketchbooks.
Tigger’s an asshole.
HIS NAME AT THE SHELTER WAS ACTUALLY EL TIGRE
He is alternatively called The Dude.
Tigger gets into everything and he throws tantrums where he’ll open every single door and cabinet in the house just because he didn’t get his way. Also he drools when he’s happy. A lot.
Last is the Kitten. She has a proper name, but I spent several months only calling her Kitten because I wasn’t intending on keeping her, but then I did, and now Kitten is all she answers to. She was born underneath a neighbors shed in ‘09 and I managed to catch her (but I did not catch her brother :( weh). She’s way smaller than both Annie and Tigger, so the name Kitten is still fitting, though we also call her Bite Size.
KITTEN IS KIND OF WEIRD and she only lets me touch her or come near her, but she’s super affectionate and she curls up around my neck or rides around on my shoulders. Everyone else, she just sort of sits there and stares at for hours (and I’m not exaggerating about that, at all). Also Kitten and Annie hate each other. They tolerate each other long enough to eat food, but that’s about it.
She also likes to play fetch. If I don’t play with her when she first brings me her ball, she will carry it up onto my desk and drop it on my hands and chirp at me. If I still ignore her, she repeatedly picks it up and drops it, just so the bell inside of it keeps ringing.