A little over 7 years ago, we brought home a 1 year old male cat from the Palm Beach County animal shelter. To be a bit more specific, Santa Claus had made the arrangements, so any and all responsibility for this should fall squarely on his shoulders. Maddie named him Mr. Jingles, due in part to his arrival being intrinsically linked to Christmas.You'd think with a name like Mr. Jingles, he'd be a jolly fellow. But, alas, no.
To the casual observer, he appears gentle, sweet and affectionate. It's all a facade, since what lies beneath the surface is a bubbling cauldron of rage, despair and pathos.
Ignore him, and he'll yowl as if he is being dragged by his tail into the very depths of hell. Play with him, and he'll reply in such an indignant manner, you'll develop an inferiority complex that will require several rounds of therapy. Put him in a room with the other pets, and you'll see a response akin to asking a snooty restaurant critic if he's tried any of the new Fiesta Platters at Taco Bell.
Pickles, our kitten, loves to torment him relentlessly. It's not uncommon to hear Jingles growl or hiss while scurrying frantically from room to room trying to avoid his feline foil. At the very least, it's an entertaining spectacle to witness.
Don't get me wrong, though, we love this little guy. I mean, look at those pictures of him...how could anyone resist a lovable face like that?
2 comments:
All of his many faces seem to say, "I'm going to claw your eyes out when you're sleeping all the while being a cutie."
LOL! I have a female cat named Jamie that could be related to Mr. Jingles. Our male cat Jodo loves to torment her by batting at her tail or whizzing by her, just to get her aggravated. :D
By the way, this is Lady Rhian from HF. Love your blog!
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