Notwithstanding his bits ....

It is amazing that we can continue to live with Jenkins and all his bits in a London flat. His manners are impeccable and he realises that there are bigger, badder cats in the house - as my son likes to point out. Jenkins manages to keep control of his urge to spray almost all of the time :-). He knows where he is not allowed to go, and when the door is open to one of the bed rooms, he waits by the threshhold for a nod to tell him that he is allowed to come in. Then he bounds with a running jump onto the bed. He loves beds. He prefers to sleep with a person at night, if he can, and prefers to watch TV on my lap. But not until I've given him permission: he sits, waits and stares at me until I give him the sign, then he runs over and sits with me. This is why they say that Pixie Bobs are the most dog-like of cats. Luckily, he is not all dog though, and his feline capacity for finding happyness in his surroundings is there loud and clear :-)