Jackson
by Dave Crompton
(USA)
I don't know if choosing came into it. My son was living with me at the time and he just took it upon himself to bring the little critter home. Of course there was no consultation with me about the matter beforehand, of course there wasn't.
It was “We have a kitten” and that was that. Truth to tell I did not take a lot of interest at first, did not have much of an interest in kittens or cats. My son fed the kitten, got him his shots and got him fixed.
But over time I grew attached to Jackson, as my son called him. Good thing I did too because around two years to the day that he brought Jackson home he moved out. He landed himself a job out of state and couldn't take the cat with him, no pets in the apartment.
He asked me to take on the critter. I said that I would but if the cat started to bother me he would be given away to some other sucker. But even as I said the words I knew that Jackson had won a place in my heart, the cat would stay.
I don't know if that is choosing, but I wouldn't want to part with him.
Jackson is an orange tabby, well almost orange, sort of faded. He is here when he wants to be and when he isn't, well I don't know where he is. I know this, Jackson knows when my son is due to pay a visit. He is always in the house waiting for him to arrive. Not sure if Jackson would await my arrival if I went absent, but if Jackson went missing that would leave one heck of a hole.