Jack-Jack Attack

As I may have mentioned in previous posts, I've been sleeping in the guest bed downstairs. With Mrs. Magic Fingers still around, I have to or I'm miserable the next day. She admits it actually works out better since she has to get up several times a night in order to go to the watercloset.

However, this split has had an interesting effect on the furry ones. Mango and Teekers von Squeekers have take to sleeping with MF on my side of the bed. Jack has taken to keeping vigil on a large pillow at the foot of my bed downstairs.

Having Jack as a bunkmate, for the most part, is pretty damn cool. Why, because HE'S SO DAMN COOL, as I've pointed out. Still, Jack has a few, well, how should I say, cat-like traits that do bug the ever-loving crap out of me. Take this morning, for example. I'm laying in bed, and, I decide to do this big stretch, because it is morning. Well, when I do that, Jack takes it as I'm playing a game, sees me move, and immediately launches himself and lands right on my crotch.

For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction.

I'm still peeling bits of fur out of the walls.

-la