No
pictures of our farm would be complete without a picture of one of
our cats, Jet. We rescued him from a bad situation when he was
just about 5 weeks old. He is 18 + years old and his weight varies
between 15 and 18 pounds. He seems to have been with us forever. Diane
and Sarah say he is a great mouser and talk about one time when he
brought a dead mouse up on the back porch. However, the men in the
family say they have never seen him kill a mouse and the biggest
accomplishment he ever had was when he ate a whole can of spaghetti-os
with meatballs when he was six years old. When he was young, he had an
inch of his tail cut off because it was slammed in the door. And when
we sent him in to have him neutered, the vet mistakenly de-clawed him
too. His left ear is permanently deformed from a fight he got into one
night when we lived in Florida. And last but not least: one of our
Black Angus bulls kicked him across the pasture one time.
Nevertheless, he is a good cat. He has a strange personality for a
feline, he has to be in the middle of all the commotion of our home,
laying flat on his back, sprawled out. Wherever there are two or more
people standing discussing something, you will find Jet laying between
them, belly up. He comes when he is called and he knows when we are
talking about him, when the fridge door opens he suddenly becomes very
affectionate. For the first five years of his life, he was one of the
three musketeers in our home: Lady, Jet and Jennifer, our son's pet
rat. (Jennifer died at 5 from cancer ) .When you saw one, the other
two were not far behind. We don't know what our house would be like
without him. He has always been the first feline any of our puppies
socialize with and he does a good job of teaching them to like cats.
