Until recently, many of you knew very little about my angel cat brother, Jamison. I mostly tried to steer clear of him so I didn’t have much to report about him.
As far as his interaction with the blog, there was the time that he hacked my blog and I caught him. I eventually hired Ernie the Attorney and took him to court where Judge Frankiefarter (aka Judge Farter) heard my case. They’re the pups behind FRANKly and ERNESTly Speaking.
You can read all about the trial:
He came through on his sentence (barely) and you can read that here.
Finally, there was the super gross thing he did that I posted about.
You can find more stories by clicking the tag that says jamison on the left side of my blog.
What’s not on the blog follows here:
Jamison was found on the streets in Tampa in 2007. He was found while Mom and Dad were looking for Dad’s cat, Ozzy, who had just come to live with Mom a week earlier and went missing. Ozzy was black and they had received a phone call that he had been sighted. Unfortunately, it wasn’t Ozzy but (fortunately) it was Jamison. He was so skinny and he had a notched ear, indicating that he was likely a stray TNR (trap-neuter-return). Dad was all, “You can’t leave him here,” and Mom was all, “Yes I can! I didn’t want a cat to begin with!” Well, Jamison upped his charm and as Mom was squatting to pet him, he jumped up on her lap, curled up, and went to sleep. That was it. He wiggled right into Mom’s heart. When they got back to Mom’s apartment, Dad was playing with Jamison by the coffee table. Jamison got very playful and swiped dad right underneath the eye, making him bleed. I’m pretty sure that’s when Dad fell in love. BOL!
Mom took him to the vet and found out he was approximately 3 years old and “abnormally long”, which was why even at 11 lbs and always eating, he looked anorexic. The vet said he was the perfect weight and that was just the way his body was.
As “healthy” as he was, shortly after he arrived, he got a horrible case of pancreatitis and almost died! After that he was on I/D Prescription Diet without treats for the rest of ever.
Another little while later, Khia came to live at Mom’s apartment. Khia and Jamison were BFFs when Jamison wasn’t sitting out on the patio causing the 15-cat-deep-feral colony to congregate by Mom’s patio. Mom used to call him a drug dealer because they lived in the ghetto and the feral cats would line up on the other side of the screen as if they were waiting they’re turn to see him.
They lived in Mom’s tiny apartment for another year and a half with Mom’s guinea pig, who Jamison never once tried to hurt, before moving in with my Grandpa for a year. Grandpa had a male cat and he and Jamison used to get into huge fights where it would just be a blurry tumbleweed with puffs of fur flying out.
Eventually, Mom and Dad bought a house and moved in together.
Jamison became much more loving once he no longer had access to the outside via a patio. He loved snuggling.
He loved hiding in boxes, a picnic basket, and laundry baskets.
His favorite time to try to get your attention was when you were using the computer. He would climb up on the desk and rub your “mouse hand” causing the user to click everywhere they didn’t mean to.
He loved playing with the laser pointer.
He loved stretching out as long as possible.
He especially liked laying on our dog beds so us dogs couldn’t use them.
Another one of his absolute favorite things to do was to knock ornaments off of the Christmas tree (what cat doesn’t love to do this?). Mom never got pictures of this because she would be too busy chasing him with the spray bottle and yelling like a lunatic. Oh man, it was hilarious! Next year Jamison is going to get his very own ornament on the tree. Mom says it’s the best way to honor him.
By far, his most favorite thing to do was to guard the water bowl so no one could get a drink.
He stopped doing this when Molly moved in because he knew she wouldn’t put up with it but for years, this was his trick. Mom would put fresh water in all the bowls and then he would stand in front of them. He wouldn’t drink. Just stop us from drinking it. And notice how that one bowl is alllll the way away from the wall? Another one of his favorite things to do to get Mom riled up. If any of us dogs drank from the bowl, it was “contaminated” and he required fresh water.
He was crazy, some times scary (ok…a lot of times scary), BUT he was my brother and I will miss him.
Thank you to everyone who wrote nice things to Mom, Dad, Macy, Molly, and me.
Mom is having a hard time adjusting because she doesn’t feel like Jamison is really gone. See, Jamison normally hid out in the office and so it just seems like he’s hiding as usual. It’s just certain things that remind her that he’s not here.
A big thank you to everyone who participated in yesterday’s Purrs 4 Jamison. We haven’t finished visiting you all but that’s what we’re hoping to do today. Here’s a list of all of the ones we’ve seen. If you did one and it’s not listed, or saw one not listed, please let us know so we can stop by and see it.
Christmas the Dachshund: http://www.pawprovince.com/2017/01/purrs-4-jamison-day.html
Murphy & Stanley: http://murphyandstanley.blogspot.com/2017/01/purrs-for-jamison.html
Tails Around the Ranch: https://tailsaroundtheranch.wordpress.com/2017/01/13/purrs-for-jamison/
Idaho Pug Ranch: http://idahopugranch.blogspot.com/2017/01/purrs-for-jamison.html
The Book of Barkley: http://thebookofbarkley.blogspot.com/2017/01/purrs-for-jamison-day.html
Ruby the Airedale: http://www.rubytheairedalepup.com/2017/01/purrs-for-jamison.html
15 and Meowing: http://www.15andmeowing.com/2017/01/friendly-fill-ins-week-36/
Our Paw Pad (Doc & FozzieMum): https://ourpawpad.wordpress.com/2017/01/13/purrs-for-jamison/