This is Jack (aka Jack-o'-Lantern).
Jack was in need of a home and came to us on Friday.
As I type, he is literally digging his claws into my backside. Apparently, it is a toy for him.
Everything is a toy for Jack. Feet are toys. Clothes are toys. Curtains are toys (NO THEY'RE NOT). Ribbons and bits of old stuffed animals are toys (these are fine).
|Is that the beginning of a mane I spy?|
He spends all night sleeping with me, then Jay, then me, then Jay....
He gorgeous and he is loved.