Jazz

My place in MY TOWN comes with a cat. To be more specific a black male cat, and he looks to be in his prime cat years.

In my childhood I was highly allergic to cats. Their dander merely touched my face and poof I was swollen shut, literally. As an adult I am less reactive. Naturally most people, if allergic, would stay away from said cat. Not only for that reason but superstition too. I on the other hand as a non rational adult, went out and bough kitty treats to bribe the cat to make friends with me.

At first he didn't trust me and ran from me. After a week of giving him treats every time I saw him, he now does not run from me but insistently meows at me to either A) become his personal scratching post or B) give him the highly fattening not be used as real food cat treats. Which he gets as many as he wants. (He lives outdoors and fends for himself the extra calories are not going to hurt him, plus they help with tatar control!)

Today as I was shoveling the walk, I noticed that Jazz was in the garage, normally if I don't see him in his box I don't even venture in, but when I called he meowed to me. It is interesting Jazz showed me his personal own playground in the garage today (the old landlords haven't cleared out their junk so that cat uses it). It was interesting to be on eye level with Cat and for him to head bump me in order to get petted, which he did multiple times which of course caused me to break out sneezing, but you know what all the sneezing was worth it. Jazz and I are on a whole new level now.