It’s the Fifth Annual Finding Jaina Day

Five years ago we came across a little ball of fluff in the parking lot of our apartment. Walked right in front of the car as we were heading to work.   There’s no way we were leaving that little thing in the parking lot to get run over, so we took her home.

Jaina on Day One (more or less)

The Missus washed her up and we fed her and gave her a place to sleep. By the 2nd day she’d learned to climb up the side of the bed and sleep in the divot between our pillows.

I haz Sunbeam (Jaina on Day 2 or so)

We took her in to the vets because we had a free checkup exam coupon and they told us that she had FIP and wouldn’t last six weeks.  We took her home and determined that her last days on Earth would be good ones.

Five years later, she’s still ticking, and pretty much running the place.  Later vet visits did not support that diagnosis, as one might guess by now.

You weren’t using this chair, were you? (Jaina, Dec 2016)

I don’t have any good pics of her in profile, but in shape and temperament she resembles a little bear, thus we call her Bearcat.

Her compatriots have changed a little since last year. Fortunately, we didn’t lose any kitties. But we picked up a couple.

Wacha doin, daddy? (Morgan, circa Nov 2015)

This little thing is no longer a little thing. We picked her up last year and gave her to the step-daughter. Unfortunately, this little kitten, named Morgan, was too energetic for her other kitty, an older cat that wasn’t in the mood to play. So we took her back in. She’s now quite a bit larger and a little hellion, but at least she’s not climbing up my back any more.

Butterscotch and Morgan, 2016

Butterscotch (pictured here with Morgan), or more properly known as Professor Jiggly Butterscotch, First of his Name, was the cat that guarded our apartment, fighting off cats twice his size for first shot at the magical food bowl we put out for him each day. We snagged him when we moved, and he’s adapted quite well to being a house cat. Still made of bricks and capable of tanking the entire neighborhood if he needs to, he’s secretly a very loving kitty that sometimes finds himself not sure how to deal with little Morgan, who is not much younger than he.

BTW, his name was inspired by this internet find (which I believe I got from Rades on Twitter), as he resembled the original quite a bit when he was younger.

Professor Jiggly Meme

That MWAHAHAHA face kills me every time.

In other Jaina news, she’s learned that she kinda likes being a lap kitty, but only on her terms. You don’t pick up the little bear. The little bear gets in your lap and you can then love upon her if you wish. If not, she’ll take a nap anyway.

Her fur is still kitten-soft at five years, further enhancing the theory that she’s got quite a bit of Berman in her.

She’s still adept at stealing my chair when she wants it (as seen above), and will let loose with blood curdling growlies if you pick her up to relocate her. As mentioned in a previous installment, that growlie made a trained veterinarian technician NOPE right the hell outta there.

So that’s the lay of the land for the Cat That Lived. Stay tuned next year for more information on the life of a cat that shouldn’t be alive, according to one vet. I’ve never been more happy to see someone proven wrong.

Jaina, Dec 2016, inquiring as to the location of the noms.