A kiss is just a kiss…
I adopted Jack. Ma adopted Shaw. But it was Jack who chose her for us. This kitten survived by living in the sewer a couple of houses away. Jack spotted her and each time we passed by, he would approach the ditch and once she smells him, she’d come out (if it’s just me or Ma, she won’t). She’s probably a month old; she’s been with us for 11 days now. Since we got her, Jack has been happier and healthier. Here’s a set of photos I took last weekend with my Nikon D90.
Jack is curious about the camera’s clicking sound…
I’ve forgotten how it’s like to live with a cat. My first pet was a cat (when I was about four) and he’s really nice. Didn’t have a name though. Then we always had dogs. Now, I remember I also like cats as pets.
Jack: “Don’t boop me, I’m older.”
Shaw: “Are you my daddy?”
Jack: “Nobody move.”
Jack: “What is so funny??”
Shaw: “Oh no you din’t!”
Jack: “Drink your milk.”
Shaw: “Haha, gotcha!”
That’s Putot, our almost-adoptee. She’s jealous, I can tell.
LOL Cat in Lotus Cactus
Jack: “Order in the court!”
ISO = High
There’s a dancer in us all…
Jack Bauau, monochrome
Jack poses with Ma near our framed picture with Cesar Millan.
Jack has dimples!
Jack with his burger squeaky toy.
This is Jack’s Longlong (security blanket).
Jack, Shaw. You guys don’t have to wake me up at 6am. I know you have so much fun together. No fighting, okay?
Jack’s all grown up. 🙂