Jack Sellassie

Goes by: Jack or will also come once you enter the kitchen

Born: 7/98

Left our world: 2/24/2012

Weight: He’d rather I didn’t say

Likes: Catnip, Feathers on sticks, Windows, Bug Chasing, Wrapping Ribbon

Dislikes: Everything else

Jack’s Story:

I had just moved into my own place after college. I’d grown up with dogs and my apartment felt lifeless. I knew I couldn’t get a puppy because I was working full time as well as going to graduate school several evenings during the week. I didn’t have the time to spend rearing a puppy. But a cat seemed like a perfect companion.

My co-worker and friend, Karen, offered to help me search for the right cat and even would pay the adoption fee. I was in. We looked at a few shelters but didn’t find “the one.” I was looking for a particular type of cat. Since I had grown up with long-haired dogs, I figured a long-haired cat would help me make the transition. Well, at the last shelter we went to there was a pretty, long-haired kitty who was healthy and available. I held her and thought I had found the cat for me.

Then I see this long arm reach from between the bars of the cage. The little paw moved up and down in a waving motion. Not like “hello” but more like “c’mere.” And there was Jack. Short-haired, laid-back Jack. He had summoned me and I couldn’t resist him.

Turns out he had been well taken care of. He was already neutered and litter-trained. The reason the couple had given him up was because the woman had become pregnant and they were afraid of the cat hurting the baby. But I knew this cat couldn’t hurt anything. This was before I saw him go after a bug. 🙂

That’s the story of Jack…