Jazzy was like a brilliant shooting star that burned out all too quickly. She went 100 mph all day and crashed hard at night. She loved all life had to offer.
It was getting a little expensive to pay rent on the townhouse and board for my horse. My boyfriend and I were moving to a farm where we could have our horses. Furball had been mine for quite some time and I certainly wasn’t going to leave him behind when I moved. We decided he might like company so we went to the Humane Society to look at kittens. Greg’s daughter picked out a kitten and named her Jasmine. By the time we were ready to move Jazzy was litter trained and she and Furball were buddies.
They both loved the farm. A larger house to fun around, steps to race up and down. Furball could be out all day and not have to be on the lookout for other cats or traffic. When Jazzy was old enough to start going out, Furball stayed in the yard with her. They’d lay on the deck or in the grass. He never went far.
Jazzy was my puppy cat and loved to go for walks with us. On our after dinner walks, she followed us thru the fields, down to the creek and in the creek. I guess nobody every told her cats don’t like water. It was only a few inches deep so I didn’t worry about her being in it. She’d chase bugs and look for minnows. On our way home one day she lagged behind. I looked around and caught her taking a swim in a deeper pool she discovered. Every day after that it became a regular stop for her. We’d wait until she was done her swim and continue our walk.
In the house she was a terror. Racing around like a maniac, walking on the top of the window where they both meet, climbing up the screens. She’d finally crash and cuddle with us while we watched TV.
As long as the weather was nice, I left the back door open so Jazzy and Furball could come and go. I could see them on the back deck from my office. One day I heard a noise and looked to discover Jazzy bringing a 2′ snake into the house. I quickly ran into the laundry room and shut the door to prevent the snake from getting into the house. We didn’t need another episode like the time somebody brought a live mouse into the house, dropped it and both refused to catch it again. I separated kitten and snake, shuffled snake out the door and closed it with both cats inside.
All of us loved being at the farm. Jasmine would help us with outside chores, barn work and fencing. If we were outside she was always around us while Furball went off and did his own thing. Greg and I were on the back deck and Furball was in the middle of the yard. Jazzy came running thru the yard form the hedgerow. She caught her first bird and was bringing it to us. Furball ran up to her, snatched it right out of her mouth and took off towards the hedgerow. Poor Jazzy came up to us looking very disappointed. I told her it was a very nice bird and it was ok that she didn’t get to give it to us.