As promised, we have today a very special Friday Catblogging. This is, in some small way, compensation for missing last week due to my need to do nothing productive for a few days, in which time Friday happened to fall.
First, a little explanation is necessary. Some of you know the secret origins of Jupiter-Cat, the rest of you will be informed. My best friend J picked up a stray cat and named her Bridget. Bridget was pretty young, but it turns out that she was pregnant. Somewhere in the story, her other cat, Ty, comes in. I'm not sure if Ty was there first or if he was acquired post-Bridget. I'm thinking post-Bridget.
Anyway, Jupiter was the only cat in the litter. For a cat's first litter (and in this case last, 'cause no way was J gonna go through that again - say hello to Mr. Vet), often it is very small, maybe one or two kittens. J named him Jupiter because the Tori Amos song, "Hey Jupiter," was playing at the moment of his birth.
J raised him, but when she and her now-husband moved to Seattle, they realized that with three cats it would be nearly impossible to find a place to live. It would be hard enough with two, so Jupiter came to live with Uncle Mackenzie and Cousin Sebastian. He was older at the time and looked much as he does now, but I also got some baby photos from around 6 weeks old. So, without further ado, here's a few baby shots of Jupiter. Some are slightly blurry, but they're still cute.
Jupiter is being cute as mom looks on:
Here's Jupiter learning how cats socialize with each other:
And here Jupiter is learning to do battle with his foes:
Have a great weekend!
