Jackson likes to climb onto my head, which is why I
created the little animation on the left.
He was the largest of four black kittens found
in an abandoned car in Omaha, Nebraska. A rescuer brought the
kittens downtown, where we met them and also met a remarkable
woman named Connie Davis. An expert cat-rescuer, she nursed the
kittens back to health and socialized them well, before handing
them over to us.
One kitten was the most gregarious, so he was the first to
need a name. Connie and her son named him Jackson (Jack for
short), after the location where we'd all met: Jackson Street.
She also made us a little photo album of the kittens' early
weeks, and birthday cards, which is where I got these
The other kitties acquired names: Angel, Moon, and Emma.
Jackson enjoyed pouncing on them frequently. He's turned out to
be a charming troublemaker who generally wreaks havoc. Since he
takes more attention than the other three put together, they
remained at their happy home in Omaha while Jackson was sent off
to live in the big city with me.
|He likes to climb things. I think he's plotting to climb the
Empire State Building and swat at planes.|
He's talkative and has angular features (what the experts call
a "foreign" face shape), so he may be partly Siamese. As my
other part-Siamese took to the leash, I've been trying to take
him out walking on a leash. He seems to like it -- until a car
Since he has a healthy distrust of cars, I've been trying to
interest him in bikes (and bikers):
Two of his siblings (aged 1 year, 3 months) came to visit:
Only my niece Callia (at age two) has enough energy to keep up
with him. She's become adept with