Jackson Kenard Jensen
October 2003-July 2020
Two weeks before we planned to travel to Australia for a month, my husband brought home an ugly little kitten one of his colleagues had found in a box between her building and the next. He was a scrappy little thing with an abnormally large, elongated nose and skinny head. I thought he was ugly. I also thought my husband was crazy for wanting to adopt a kitten right before we went away.
Long story short, a friend kept him for that month, and when we got home, Jack, named after one of our favourite Sims (The Sims) bullied his way into our lives and our hearts. He became my best friend with fur.
Jack ate with us, slept with us, and kept us company as we worked and played. If we were in the garden, Jack was in the garden. When we watched TV, Jack watched TV. His favourite foods were shrimp and ice cream (separately or together), and sometimes he purred so hard you could hear him across the room. He was also a very chatty cat and would meow until someone answered.
He was never supposed to be mine, but it became obvious early on that I was the one he had chosen as his particular human (or slave). He slept pressed against me most nights, with his paws wrapped around my hand.
He loved to play games with us.
Especially co-op adventures with the family.
He liked to help with folding the laundry.
And making the bed.
He wasn’t always impressed by our projects, especially when we wanted him to be.
But he loved the garden.
And napping on the deck.
There is a Jack-shaped hole in my heart and in my life that I doubt I’ll ever fill. He was and always will be the best cat.
Goodbye, my sweet little man. You were deeply loved.