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Jazz the Cat

Jazz on the Freedom is not Free blanket by the warm morning.  He spends most of his day here.


Jazz was born in the current living room, one day dining room, about 13-14 years ago. When his companion died, Wallace, who lived upstairs from '93-'13, agreed to take care of him for his friend. Wallace is allergic to cats.  Don who lived upstairs off and on over the years loves Jazz (J-Beau), he still comes by and gives him scratches and feeds him special gushy foods. However, if we mentioned that we knew he loved Jazz, he'd probably stop.

When we were looking at the house all of the men insisted that Jazz was not their cat. They didn't like cats, he just sort of hung around the place, nothing they could do about it.



Except make him special beds around the house right next to heaters, scratch his ears, and make sure he was going to be taken care of by telling us exactly the temperature of food he liked to eat and the merits of different varieties of cat food. Also, don't forget to cut the chicken up really fine so he can chew it. Oh, and we'll come by specifically to visit with the mouser each day for months after moving out.

Clearly not their cat.

Harris took him to the vet this morning to get checked up and vaccinated. They called to give him an update saying he's the friendliest cat ever, they couldn't actually check his heart because he was purring so much and so loudly. Someone's getting gushy food tonight.

He has the run of the house, but sits most of the day and night curled up on his blanket directly in front of the heater. He hisses at the other male cat (Helix) and just looks curiously at Knees&Toes (our other geriatric cat) and The Sneak (Still lots of kitten in that almost 6 yr old).

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