The past few weeks, when we have dinner, Jackie has taken to sitting on the floor to my left. Waiting. Watching. Looking at me with his big beautiful yellow eyes. He never used to do this. I give him tidbits of my meal. It can be hard because the cats are all in when we eat. We had fish last night, I should have made an extra portion, just for sharing.
I’d crumble up some of the fish we had and toss it towards the living room. The cats would scramble and Jackson would hang back, just enough for me to get some fish to him, just for him. He’d nibble it down, then resume his sitting, waiting and watching.
He’s such a striking cat.
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