Acquired: Rescue / shelter organization
Washington, United States
Posted Jun 27, 2014
Jasmine is my baby girl. I got her as a birthday present from the humane society. My oldest cousin picked her out for me and I've loved her ever since I first saw her.
When I got her, she was really sick. So sick my mom almost gave her back to the humane society to put down. She pulled through but to this day she breathes louder than any other cat I've seen.
She's a bit fluffy (Some people call her fat, those people I don't like the most at times :P) and she has the prettiest green eyes. When I lived with my mom, she was strictly an indoor cat, so she'd almost never be outside. I think she was outside maybe twice in her 5 years before she came to my dads. Now you can't keep her inside, she loves playing outside, rolling in our gravel driveway, and laying out sunning.
Surprisingly, she also loves water. She's jumped into the shower with me seven or eight times. It scares the hell out of me every time she does.
She's lazy, she doesn't play much, but that's okay. When I come home, she jumps on my lap and curls up to me and doesn't move until she has to or I move her. She also knows 'stay'. If I tell her to stay, she does, unless she has to go to the bathroom. Currently she's trying to lay down on the keyboard as I write this. She's so jealous of my computer!
She also gets fleas twice a year, in the beginning of summer and fall. It sucks because when she gets them, she gets them bad! I think it has to do with where I live.
She's getting up there, she'll be twelve I think in July of this year. I don't know her exact birthday so I've guesstimated. She'll get catnip and treats and canned food for her birthday so it's safe to say she's spoiled. She's mommy's little girl of course!
When I lived in my old house, my grandparents brought over our dogs because we were burning some boxes. Jasmine took one look at them, hissed, and started attacking them. Safe to say they were traumatized. Poor things.
Jazzy does this thing where if you scratch her back, she'll do the bite thingy on her right front leg. She's bit it raw, and she's not letting the fur grow back. I'm kinda worried since she did this with her right flank and only her undercoat grew back.
She's very vocal, and will tell you when she likes something, is annoyed, or wants food. Which is almost every second of every day.
Jasmine doesn't let anyone but me carry her. I didn't find this out until recently, when my grandma went to pick her up and she was squirming. She was set down, then I picked her up. She looked at me then started licking my hand. Everyone laughed and she fell asleep in my arms.
There's been so many times when I've thought I'd lost her, but one sticks out the most. I was little, and no one had seen her for an entire day. Her being an inside cat at the time, everyone was worried. We checked everywhere, and I was running around outside calling her name. We thought we heard her meow but we didn't hear it again for a while. I was making lost posters when my mom called my name. I ran to her and cried in relief. She had been trapped in my mom's dresser drawer.
She likes being in boxes, or under newspapers, or under blankets. Also likes being curled up on peoples chest or laps.
I remember when I was eleven she didn't have the best litter. It annoyed me that it got caked between the pads of her paws so I made a game about it. I gave her a 'check-up' where I cleaned the litter from her paws, checked her hearing, make sure her eyes weren't cloudy and cleaned the crunchies and goo from her face, checked her teeth, looked her fur over, and checked to make sure her claws were okay. I even got my sister to do it a couple times.
She sheds a lot, and I need to brush her hard core once every six months or so but other than that, she cleans herself. Other than her breathing, which I explained earlier, she's totally healthy even though she's been to the vet all of three times in eleven years.
Jasmine's my baby girl who's put up with more of my shit than anyone I know and comforted me when I was sad and going through a really rough set of years. She's the most loyal animal I've ever owned (coming from a girl who practically owns two cats and two dogs) and has the sweetest heart. If you're debating whether or not to get a short-hair, it depends on the personality of the animal. Pick an animal who makes a good impression when you walk in, and consider the quiet ones, since in my experience, those end up being the funnest pets once they've broken out of their shells. They're very lovable with their owners and never turn down a treat. Love them and they will love you back. Jasmine is one of the best things that have ever happened to me, and I'd never trade her for any other cat.