It seems like my posts tend to get a little personal on the weekends. Mostly Saturday’s though. But I was on Twitter and @ThatTweetThing sent a message out and I discovered she has a blog. Now this isn’t news or rather it shouldn’t be because well, mostly everybody does. But she and I have been pretty chatty back and forth and you’d think I would know that. So I swung by Uncurbable Craving and saw her kitty Fate and thought that maybe I should share the story about my cat Jing Jing.
First let me share how she got her name. When she was a wee kitty I thought it would be a cute idea to put a bell on her collar, you know, so I could know where she was, when she was coming or where she was trying to hide. Enter 11pm when it was time to sleep. I’d hear her jingling all through the house. Jumping up on things. Jingling as she’s tinkling in the litter box. Needless to say that bell on her collar didn’t last long, but the name Jing Jing (Jing) for short–stuck.
Now let me share about how I got her. I wanted a kitten. I actually went to the shelter the Animal Protection Society of Durham in North Carolina when I lived there. I was searching the cages and mostly all of the kittens were paired up, meaning you couldn’t take home one, you had to take two. Then I saw her. She was slightly bigger but looked a little sickly, but was very affectionate. She was brushing up against the cage door so that you could touch her. And that’s when I heard her story. She belonged to a family who went away for the weekend, they got into a car accident and she had been in the apartment for weeks without food or water. She was nearly emaciated. They said if I took her, I’d have to make sure she was well fed and that the best way to do that was to feed her the canned food because it’s higher in fat.
So, I took her home and she was happy, playful and slowly gaining weight. Unfortunately because of the prior lack of nutrition they said that her growth was stunted and that she’d never reach the size of a full cat. To this day she’s rather petite, but I love her just the same–even if she is spoiled rotten and refuses to move away from the Christmas tree or anything that smells of pine.
P.S. One day when I’m not still sad about it I’ll share about her buddy Ninja. We called him The Wonder Cat.