Jumaji, my little panther.
He's so gorgeous
I was at a Safeway one day about a year ago and as I was coming out of the store, I was startled by a very strange young man(I think he was on drugs)jumping out at me and asking if I wanted a kitten.
I didn't understand what he was asking because I didn't see a kitten. But he turned slightly to the right and sure enough, he had a little black kittie sitting on the shoulder of his very black coat.
I was with my mom, so I hesitated, but I grabbed the little guy and headed home.
I got him home, tried to hide him from my dad (which didn't work, I got yelled at for about a minute until he saw the kitten, he's a softy, haha)and named him Jumanji, I don't know why, it sounded good and it suited him well.
It wasn't until about a month later that I noticed he was a little, well...slow. Not really bad, but, he was alot more laid back than any other cat I've known in my life, most cats want attention when they want it, but kind of ignore you when they don't. But Jumanji would never leave my side, every time I sat down, he was in my lap. Everytime I laid down, he was cuddled right up next to me.
He would drool when you pet him and when I wasn't sitting or laying down, he would bother me until I picked him up and carried him around with me.
The months passed and he got bigger, but he reamained the same laid back, drooly, cuddly little guy. To this day he still sleeps cuddled right up next to me every night, sometimes he crawls right up on my chest and falls asleep.
Only now he weighs about 8 pounds, which makes it a little uncomfortable. He's my little baby Juju and I love him to death.