After I lost MK, I didn't think I'd ever want another pet. I grieved so hard, I think I went insane for a few months.
Finally, Shell convinced me to go look at the animals at the Pet Rescue. I met Jeepers there. He wasn't called
Jeepers then. He didn't even have a proper name, poor baby. He was found in the woods, locked in a cat carrier with
no food or water. Someone was so cruel, they wanted the poor sweet thing to suffer.
Disgusting. I'd love to find the monster who did that and lock him up and leave him.
When he came to my apartment, Jeepers was rather stand-offish. Didn't seem to understand why I liked petting him
or picking him up. I was affectionate and loving to him, hoping he'd warm up, but secretly I worried I'd chosen a very aloof
cat.
Once the weekend came, I packed him in a carrier and took him to the vet to get a check-up. Poor Jeepers!
When I put him in the carrier, he started crying piteously. I felt very badly, because he obviously thought I was going
to dump him again! I kept trying to reassure him all the way up and all the way back that I was not
getting rid of him, but he only cried and cried.
Back at the apartment, I opened the cage door to let him out and he cautiously emerged. His expression was totally
readable: "I'm not being dumped? I can stay here?" From then on, he's been a loving and wonderful friend. He loves to
sit on my lap and sleep with me at night. I love him like crazy.
