Jake Turns One

Little Jake was three months old when I sprang him from his prison cell last March. So that means his turned 1 sometime last month. He's now grown from this:

Into this:

He's grown into the ears, but the tail is still a mile long. It gets stepped on a lot whenever we try to share space in the kitchen.

I ran across his adoption papers yesterday and remembered that his pound name was "Tuff." Should have been "Turd." We're still working on that whole "not biting the hand that feeds you" thing. I'm still not having much success. I've awakened several mornings to find his teeth clamped around my toes. He tried to chew my hand off during the entire adoption process, and let's not forget his assistance in home repair. Maybe I should have paid more attention before I signed that check!

But, he's a year old now. Maybe he'll finally start growing out of it. He's my kiddo, so no matter how many times I end up with teeth marks, we'll still end up snuggling at the end of the day. I can almost forget how much of a pain in the ass he is whenever he cuddles his chin into my neck and starts to purr. And besides, he's the only pet I have that greets me whenever I come home. Of course, that could be because he's waiting for his dinner....

And now for a few more of Jake's greatest moments from the past year.

(His tag has a skull and crossbones and says "Bad Kitty." Perfect for him!)

(Notice how most of these were taken when he was asleep? They were the only times I could snap him without him trying to eat the camera!)

As shown in the last picture, he's a sock eater. So if anyone's missing socks, don't blame the dryer. Be on the lookout for a striped cat with a bad attitude and a vendetta.