So... it is kind of a total cliché that college students are obsessed with the idea of getting a pet as they break out into independence, and find that they have a need to love and be loved. Now, here I sit, typing away, admitting that that is exactly where I have landed myself. His name is Jack. Jack Daniels, once again another cliché. I find myself at a loss, finding every day a new day to conquer because I have never had a cat, let alone a kitten, because chihuahuas were the closest thing I ever had to a cat.BUT.....
I wholeheartedly love this little troublemaker. I find myself covered in scratches but I will prevail! I have already started weaning the little baby off of the bottle feed onto actual solid nutrients and I can't wait for the day that I don't have to take ten minutes to prepare his morning formula mixed with canned cat food to make a gross, gruel-type porridge for him to consume.
Weird Tendencies
I find out new things about Jack all the time, he is learning so fast it is amazing! He learned how to use the litter box after his first time, can climb onto my bed that is 3 feet off of the ground (wow!) and he has a strange thing for my laptop key board. Every time I turn on Netflix (re-watching Gilmore Girls currently), Jack will get on top of my keys and will fall asleep! I am trying to keep record of his size and cute firsts, so here's a treat, his first time riding a long board:
