Jack was being particularly cute the other day laying on my bathrobe. I bent over to take a photo of him and he decided that this would be an appropriate time to start taking a bath. I actually wondered if he was just trying to be presentable to his adoring public. As I stood there bent over, waiting, all I could think of was this is my life as a cat blogger... (they are phone photos so they aren't the best)
The other day, another Nebelung I met through Instagram posted a video of their kitty meowing. I thought how different it was from Jack's screech. I have been trying to capture Jack's insistent meow ever since but he hasn't felt the need to talk to me recently. Yesterday, he was telling us that it was time for a belly rub, so I grabbed my camera and every single solitary time I turned the recording on he would stop. every. single. time. Finally, I just decided to let the video continue to see what would happen, after a minute I became a little frustrated so I started talking to him. This is what occurred.
Just so you know, this is one of the reasons I love this boy so much.. (too long, don't want to watch the whole three minutes? Jump to a minute in to find where I start talking to him, and just before the two-minute mark is the reason I'm sharing the whole thing)
I had a bit of a scare with Jack about two weeks ago. I found a small little lump on his chest. It felt a bit like a mosquito bite in size and texture. I know lipomas can pop up (Muffin has one behind one of her ears) but with what just happened with Kit I immediately went into panic mode. It was the weekend, of course, and so I knew I would have to wait a few days to see the vet, so I decided to attempt to not go insane and convinced myself it was nothing. I kept checking it obsessively for the next few days. I know this isn't good because it can be irritating, so when it didn't change in the first few days I did my best to not continue to look for it. The last time I checked it was still unchanged. I need to get Fleurp and Skippy into the vet in the next few weeks/month or so, and I will take Jack in at that time and have it documented so we can know when it popped up and keep an eye on it. My boy is 15 years old now.. so these things shouldn't be taken lightly.