Hello! Welcome to my page. I'm Jet. Mom has given me my very own web page, too. I guess I'm third in command here, but that doesn't carry much authority, what with that big bully, Dylan, and that little tyrant, Blue. They are not nice to me a lot of the time. I think its because they think I'm Mom's favorite. I don't really think I am, but it doesn't
hurt to let them think so. I'm two-and-a-half years old, or about 28 in human years. I got this name for two reasons. First, because I'm solid black, except for about 50 white hairs on my tummy, and second, because I run so fast.
My sister, FuzzButt (meet her on her own page), and I have been here for all of our lives. Mom found us when we were little kittens in Mom and Poppy's back yard.
We were hiding out under a pile of leaves, and when Mom started to clean them up, she saw us! Boy was she surprized. I'd love to have a picture of the look on her face when she saw us--we were two little balls of black fur, she said, and the last things she expected to find when she was spring cleaning the yard. Needless to say, we ran away from her the first time she got close to us. We were scared! But now?
We love Mom and Poppy very, very much. Yep, that old lard bucket Dylan is right, they are the best parents a kitty could have.
But it took a long time for us to decide they were alright, and weren't going to hurt us. I guess we were just scared because we didn't have a cat mommy. We don't remember her, but we must have had one, right?
We were supposed to be outdoor cats. Mom and Poppy thought it would be a good idea to have some outdoor cats to keep moles and voles and other similar creatures out of their yard. We did our best. We brought them mice and things like that to the carport. Mom was not very happy, though, with the bird I brought her. I never admitted it was me, but I think she knew. I think its because she knew FuzzButt was too much of
a fraidy-cat (haha, I made a joke) to chase and catch a bird. Well, she didn't like it, so I didn't do that any more. (At least I didn't take them to Mom and Poppy, anyway!) Like I said, we were supposed to be outside cats. Let me tell you how that changed.
Mom and Poppy wanted us to be tame, so they started working on us. First of all, they started by just putting food out where we would see it, and then they left. We were real glad to get it, too--we were getting hungry. Gradually, throughout the summer, we let them get closer and closer to us, but only when were were eating. We ran away, just out of reach, when we were finished. Eventually they won our confidence, and we let them
pet us. Then one day, they caught me and put me in this blue box with a grate on the front and took me to the vet. The vet gave me shots. I did not like that! Then, in a couple of weeks, I stupidly let them catch me again. Back to the vet. This time I had to stay all night and had an operation. I couldn't understand why it hurt to sit down for a few days after that operation. Dylan says it was because I was neutered. Humph! I
don't know if he always knows what he's talking about or not. Well, after that, they didn't take me to the vet again (at least for a long time).
Even though I loved it outside, I wanted to see what was inside the house. Mom and Poppy went in, so it had to be an OK place. We already knew there were other kitties in there, because I would get up on the window sill and look in. Even then, Blue chased me away from the window. One night I got brave. Mom saw that I wanted to come in, so she lifted the window screen and in I went. It was very interesting in there. Lots of neat
places to hide, a bowl full of food, and it was warm. It took FuzzButt a lot longer to get the nerve up to go in, but I always was braver than she was. Finally, we were going in and out every day. Mom and Poppy really liked it when we were in the house. They knew we were safe then, and not getting hit by a car or hurt by a dog or something else. Soon, FuzzButt was in full-time, but I was still in and out. Then, one night, about
midnight, Mom called me in to spend the night because it was real cold outside. I started having trouble breathing--Mom said I was wheezing. I couldn't stop, so Mom called the vet, and off we went to see him. He took x-rays and said it could be a lot of things, but probably it was pneumonia. He gave me medicine to take, and I had to go back for a check-up. I got better, and I haven't been outside since. Mom and Poppy said
they didn't like us to be outside, so we became indoor cats like Dylan and Blue.
I think I would like to go back outside some, but they won't let me. They say its for my own good. Well, I like it in here, too. There's lots of room to run, and lots of soft places to sleep. I like to run on the wood floor because I can make lots of noise. Poppy says I sound like a herd of buffalo. I sleep with Mom and Poppy almost every night. Mom calls me her "Little Man" (she's been doing that since I was a kitten, so I don't think
I'm going to break her of it now), and her "Jetty." She's so nice to me, I forgive her for that. I like to lie on the floor close to Mom when she is working on her computer, or ironing, or reading, or most anything. I wait for her to go to the kitchen to make her coffee early in the morning, because she gives me a little milk then. If she doesn't get up early enough for me, I wake her up. Sometimes at 4 am I jump up on the bed and run
across her pillow (it doesn't work). Sometimes I just holler real loud (that doesn't work, either). She never gets mad, though. She just gets up when she's ready. Poppy plays ball with me a lot. I like that. I get to chase a paper ball that he throws to me. Blue likes to play it too, but she's jealous, and doesn't want to play together. I don't care, I play anytime. Mom says I still act like a kitten at times, even though I weigh
19 pounds. The vet says I need to loose a little weight, but that I'm such a big kitty, I can carry much more than that fat cat Dylan. When I heard he has to go on a diet I laughed. Ha ha ha ha ha. I stopped laughing when I found out we all do. Oh well, I'm sure Mom and Poppy will make it a nice diet. See you later--there are paper balls lying around waiting to be chased.
