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| Jersey lived at the shop with nothing but fish as friends until dad brought him home. Now he's living in mom's massive upstairs bedroom, and has the run of the entire upstairs all to himself. He rarely comes out of the bathroom closet, though, unless he smells food. |
| He's as old as dirt, neutered, and declawed. His name was Bama before he was given to mom, and I think he still answers to it. He's very timid around new people and places, but once he warms up to someone he won't leave them alone. He likes to have his cheeks scratched. The idea was to get a cat that would keep the garden shop mouse-free. Well, he's not much of a hunter, being clawless and decrepit and all... |
| Though named because he has patterning of one of the finest breeds of dairy cattle out there, his facial features remind me for some reason of a feline cross between Groucho Marx and Adolf Hitler. Does anyone else see it? |