Monday, June 11, 2012


     This post is all about my cat Jif, because three years ago today I picked him up from the adoption booth at Petsmart! Three years and three days ago, I met him for the first time when I went to get birdseed for my parakeets, and stopped in to pet the strays like I always do. For two days I couldn't get him out of my mind (cats, cats that are not kittens, and black cats are *much* less likely to get adopted.) So with my roommate's blessing, on the third day I went back and brought him home.
     Jif got his name because someone found him with a peanut butter jar stuck on his head and brought him into the shelter. He was about a year old when I got him.
Jif's first day home

     He is definitely my cuddle buddy, though he rarely wants to actually be on your lap. Just laying against or very near you. When he is very sleepy and has just woken up from a nap, that's when he comes for snuggles.

     One of Jif's favorite things in the world: Any sort of box. So he loved the packing process.

All ready to make the long move to MD!
Jif's all time favorite item: The String! It is simply a boot lace that he dug out of my closet, almost as soon as he moved in, and he has loved it unwaveringly ever since. He drags it all over the house and tries to get people to play fetch with him.

Another great item to play fetch with: hair ties pilfered off of my bathroom sink. He doesn't look very remorseful...

Sometimes it's so hard to choose what to watch on Netflix.

Another favorite activity: Going for walks outside. He loves sniffing things, meeting the neighbors, and putting the fear of God into those SOB squirrels.

Jif loves to "help" people do things. If there is any kind of activity going on, safe money says Jif is involved.
Jif, helping to make dinner.

Jif is the best. He is open-minded, forgiving, adventurous, playful, happy, conscientious, funny, adorable, friendly, smart, and affectionate. What more could a girl ask for?