Sad News
Soon after learning of Robert Jordan's passing I received a text message with sad news that hit much closer to home; my former neighbor's cat Jake, had died over the weekend.
Jake was the cat that taught Foster how to get in touch with his feline side. Not understanding that dogs are suppose to sit on the floor or on the seat of the couch Foster would mimic Jake and perch himself on the back of the sofa. He carried this tendency into the car where, when not trying to stick his entire body out of the drivers side window, he prefers to sit on the center arm rest, sitting so that all four paws are completely on the console.
The two of them could spend hours chasing each other around Jon's apartment, never letting the other have a moments rest, but once they were done playing they would cuddle up together on the couch or the bed or whereever one of them was to lie down.
Jake was the embodiement of the pure cat. Always carefree (except when Freeloader happened by to steal his food) but with an air about him that made you quite aware that he knew who was in charge and it wasn't that "two-legs" who happened to live in his home. Always willing to curl up on the couch and enjoy some TV but at a moments notice could decide that he wanted the door opened and was not willing to take "no" for an answer.
He will be missed.
RIP, Jake Terry.
Jake was the cat that taught Foster how to get in touch with his feline side. Not understanding that dogs are suppose to sit on the floor or on the seat of the couch Foster would mimic Jake and perch himself on the back of the sofa. He carried this tendency into the car where, when not trying to stick his entire body out of the drivers side window, he prefers to sit on the center arm rest, sitting so that all four paws are completely on the console.
The two of them could spend hours chasing each other around Jon's apartment, never letting the other have a moments rest, but once they were done playing they would cuddle up together on the couch or the bed or whereever one of them was to lie down.
Jake was the embodiement of the pure cat. Always carefree (except when Freeloader happened by to steal his food) but with an air about him that made you quite aware that he knew who was in charge and it wasn't that "two-legs" who happened to live in his home. Always willing to curl up on the couch and enjoy some TV but at a moments notice could decide that he wanted the door opened and was not willing to take "no" for an answer.
He will be missed.
RIP, Jake Terry.
Labels: Daily Life, Friends
posted by Bic at 12:37 a.m.
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