Liz Erk (lizerk) wrote,
Liz Erk
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"We're rushing our kitten to the vet..."

As I'd mentioned back in late September, Tina and I took in the "yearly foster litter of kittens." There originally had been three, but a couple weeks later there was one more. (very long story) The addition was a 4 month old Maine Coon male named Jack.


Jack is the fluffy cat on the far right

Jack is definitely a unique kitty. He looks like the lighter colored version of Mia, and is quite true to the male Maine Coons' personality description. (Females are more sophisticated and dominant, while males tend to be goofy and silly) But the most interesting thing about Jack is how involved he wants to be with people. Not only does he follow you around, mewing up a storm, he'll let you do whatever you want to him. Like dress him in sweaters and walk him around on a leash. Observe:



Though Jack wasn't entirely amenable to wearing the first sweater we had gotten him. It was a tad too small:


Suffice to say, he was pissed

Why were we dressing Jack in a sweater, you ask? (Or maybe you weren't asking... but I'll tell you anyway!) To take him to Tina's hockey game, of course! So we pulled on the sweater, put on his little leash harness and off we went!


Talk about a Christmas card-worthy photo!

About 15 minutes into the drive to the rink, Jack was happily settled in Tina's lap. At one point I moved from the far left lane to the middle. As I did that, the car behind me did the same. My heart sank when I saw the blue lights appear in my rear view mirror.

"Oh crap!," I exclaimed.

"What's wrong?" Tina asked.

"I'm getting pulled over," I answered. "I don't even know how fast I was going." That's another thing I miss about my SUV. The Sentra doesn't have cruise control, so I'll catch myself going too fast during a steady drive every now and then. I actually don't speed these days because I can't afford a ticket or insurance rate hike.

"Oh no!" Tina said.

"Okay," I said as I stopped the car. "We're taking Jack to the hospital!"

"Good idea," Tina agreed.

I pulled my registration and license out, just as the state trooper knocked on the passenger side window.

"License and registration," the trooper greeted me.

"Here you go," I said, trying to sound frantic. "I'm really sorry, we're rushing our kitten to the vet."

He shined his flashlight on Jack, who just lifted his head and blinked his eyes at the light. "Do you know how fast you were going?" He asked me.

"I honestly don't know," I replied. "I was so worried about my cat, I didn't even look."

"Do you know the speed limit?" He asked.

"55," I said.

"Right," he nodded. "You were going 78. What animal hospital are you going to?"

We were 3 exits past the one nearest our house, so I explained how we were heading to the shelter in Jamaica Plain because it's free and emergency vet care can run into the thousands.

"Okay," he handed back my license and registration. Then he shined his flashlight in the rear passenger window, eyeing Tina's hockey equipment. "Who's the hockey player?"

"I am," Tina answered.

He smiled at her and then said to me, "Slow down. It won't do your cat any good if you get into an accident."

"I understand," I replied. "Thank you so much!"

And off we went. Whew! Thank God for Jack. I can only imagine how expensive the ticket would have been, not to mention the subsequent insurance rate increase. Ugh.

The rest of the drive was uneventful and Jack and I enjoyed the game.




Tina's in the blue jersey on the right... she fired off some amazing slap shots and even scored the team's 3rd goal

He sat still through the whole thing and fell asleep late in the second period.



Tina's team was victorious with a final score of 5 to zero. After a bit of post-game celebrating, we drove home. Jack was exhausted and passed out in Tina's lap:



So yeah, Jack's one amazing little cat. It's definitely going to be hard to part ways with him when the time comes. In the meantime we'll have as much fun with him while we can!
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