Sunday, smile…

July 3, 2022July 2, 2022 Patricia11 Comments

I wonder what Jack is thinking about.

Friday, fussy Jack…

June 17, 2022 Patricia17 Comments

How is a guy supposed to get any rest?
Always a camera in my face!

I know I’m handsome and all but give me a break!
I just want a bit of privacy for some zzz’s.

Jack · naptime · whatever!

Saturday snapshot…

August 28, 2021August 27, 2021 Patricia14 Comments

Jack · news · whatever!

Jack jabbering…

March 16, 2019March 16, 2019 Patricia13 Comments

Hi People, it’s me, Jack!

I am sooooooooooo bored. What can I say? Mama is not paying me any attention. That makes her boring. Plus she hasn’t been on the computer which is weird. She says she needs a break because she has stuff to do. As far as I can tell that means she eats and reads…all the time. Oh, she has a to-do list. So far one thing of a gazillion has been marked off.

She said I could write this update. I had to threaten her with not nice scratches. Anyway, she said to tell you she will be back on April 1. I think that’s something called April Fool’s Day for people. I don’t think she is a Fool but I’ve been wrong about her before…like the time she oh so generously put treats in the cage…but that’s a story for another time.

Hope your days are better than what’s not going on here. I gotta go now Teddy is eating and that means he will eat everything in his bowl and mine!

catkid · humor · Jack · Tuesday Chatter · whatever!

Jack chats…

January 24, 2017January 24, 2017 Patricia11 Comments

Hi, Everybody, it’s me, Jack.
I am doing Tuesday Chatter today.

I had a kinda scary morning today.
I had an appointment.

It started with this
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A cage! With the door locked!

I was not happy!
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I would not look at Mama
no matter how sweet she talked.

Teddy told me that when you go in the cage and the door is locked
it means you are going in a car to see the vet.
Last time I went to the vet wasn’t so bad,
but still, this cage thing was uncalled for.

Well, we got to the vet place and I was freed from the cage
so I could walk around in the exam room.
When a man came in I ran out the door.
I just wanted to explore.
Mama doesn’t let me out of the apartment except on the balcony
and from the little I can see when she opens
the front door the hallways look very interesting.

Anyway, back in the exam room.
The vet, he was a very nice guy, put me on a table.
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I wasn’t too sure about it.
But it was okay.
I was weighed (perfect 10 pounds)
and poked and scoped and kneaded and
SHOT TWICE!