|Still (for 2 seconds) Life with Jack|
|Jack on Canvas|
Just when he thinks I need it.
We have cuddle time every morning. Of course, cuddling eventually turns into playing, which usually means thrashing my arm time... luckily for me, I wear a wrist brace to bed at night, because Jack really thrashes it into submission. After said cuddling and subsequent thrashing, we get up and get some breakfast.
Actually, we have a pretty good time together. He's good about getting his picture taken, too. He's used to it, by now. He'll even wait patiently for me when I yell: "Hold that pose, Jack! I'm going to get the camera!"
I couldn't resist playing a bit with his image on the canvas.
So, here is Jack, as ART:
|Jack as ART|
He looks pretty wild in that third picture. Like the attack cat he could be, with some military training. Thai warriors used to train their Korat cats to ride into battle with them, perched on the shoulders of their armor.
I think that's a pretty cool image.
I, personally, would not like to meet even one small attack cat in battle. Not even a sweet little guy like my Jack. I think he could turn into a lethal weapon if he had to... so would be assassins beware!
Not that there's a lot of those guys around my house.
But you never know...