Jazz

I don't write much about Jazz because I don't see him often.  Lately he has been coming for food both in the morning and the evening when I feed and I am always happy to see him.  He is now 13 years old.  Jazz was a wee fella of about 5 or 6 months when I began feeding back in 2002.  He was the spitting image of his mother who was a beautiful solid grey kitty.  Jazz and his 2 sibs were jet black but the head shape and facial features left no doubt who mom was.

I've gone through ups and downs with Jazz over the years.  I was never able to get too close to him, maybe 4' or 5' at best, but then there was a time when I did not see him for months and months and then if I did see him and he saw me he would take off as if he was in real danger.  

A couple of years ago his bestest buddy, Tess, hit by a car in the early morning.  Since then he's been a loner and he meows.  He never talked until after Tess died.

I love that I am seeing him regularly lately but I know that this can change.  For now I'm enjoying seeing him and knowing he is eating well.