his name is jeffrey.he likes doors and yellow feathers.
he farts a lot. well, he gets the blame.
he is fourteen weeks old.
he watches everything.
his name was "slinky" at the spca. it suits him.
we adopted him from the spca in duncan on saturday and he's been just a barrel full of laughs ever since. he cries outside the bathroom door when you go inside, fights everything that moves, and when the time is right he crawls up into your arms and lets you cuddle him until he falls asleep or something moves that he must investigate. he watches a lot of tv. he uses his litterbox like a real champ. he doesn't claw the curtains. pete pretends he doesn't like him but i believe that secretly he does. jeffrey likes pete but he also knows that pete is the boss and therefore i excuse myself from most disciplining. sometimes i say awkward things like "it's like pete and i have a baby!" and pete scrunches up his nose but it kind of is like that.
he gets his name from a funny little story that goes something like this. one year, a few years ago, at my grandparents house, my gido was trying to get the attention of our dog, jessie. instead of calling her jessie he said "jeffrey, jeffrey!" katelyn and i thought it was the best thing ever and decided that when i lived on my own she would buy me a cat named jeffrey.
et voila.
