Sounded good to me…

If you are just joining us, start here.

Carrying on…

Eventually, my girlfriend and I broke up (she actually broke up with me — fair is fair) and she moved out, taking the cat with her.

I was completely cool with that. While the cat no doubt dug both of us, she did all the dirty work with him, so I was in no position to say she couldn’t have him. Honestly, I wouldn’t have, anyway. While I liked the little bastard, I am not a cat person. I can take them or leave them.

A couple months later, the ex called.

“I need a favor.”

“What?” I asked. Last favor she had asked for, I had was such a dick about, she didn’t talk to me for weeks. And when I say I was a dick, I mean that in a good way. It was necessary. But that’s neither here nor there.

“Can you take Mr. Jingles for a while?” Yes, that’s his name. I did not name him. I had no decision in the naming of the cat. That’s fine, though. Of course if it were my cat, I would have named him Brutus or Damien. For what it’s worth, he also answers to Dumb Ass. Because that’s what he is and that’s what I call him.

“Why?” I asked.

“He’s freaking out here. There’s a lot of stray cats running around outside, and he howls at them at night. He’s really stressed out. It will only be until I get a new place.”

“Okie dokie,” I said. I really didn’t want to, but Mr. Jingles wasn’t a huge annoyance to me and I didn’t want him all stressed out if he didn’t have to be.

Keep in mind this exchange happened four years ago. And if I glance to my right, I can see Mr. Jingles sleeping on the futon.

Moving on, not long after I took temporary custody of the cat, the former roomie moved in. With her two cats. Oh joy.

But it worked out pretty good. Nicki took to the cat quick — and vice versa — and picked up the ex’s role in doing all the dirty work. (And if I never thanked you for that, Nicki, I’m a dick. It was much appreciated). I slipped back into my role of petting him if he happened to be around.

Then Nicki said the most wonderful thing. She said, “You know I’m taking him with me when I move out, right?”

Sounded good to me.

(don’t worry, this will wrap up.)

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You were just jealous of my long multi-part blog, weren’t you?

And I could have sworn you were gay…


Did the ex ever try to get the cat back? One of my exes kept our cat. I adored the cat, but we were living in different cities and the cat was more used to him. Alright – I want to know how all this wraps up and just how Mr. Jingles is still sleeping on your futon.


Aric, princess, I’ve had multi-part blogs before you even started blogging. 😉

Snooze, she never tried (she might be living in the same apartment for all I know).


I don’t recall giving you permission to become a fucking cat blogger. Next you’ll be bitching about the price of Fancy Feast and how difficult it is to find a dust-free kitty litter.

So when you come home from work, do you yell “Mr. Jingles! Daddy’s home!”? I was just wondering.


Lesley, I hate you and your stupid boyfriend. 😡



Lesley’s post is right. My SEVEN cats are all wonderful and don’t give me the grief you and your sister did.

You can keep deleting and editing my posts all you want. I’ll keep saying what I want to say, Jackass.

:shake: :shake: :shake: :shake: :shake: :shake: :shake:


You should sign up.


Was that directed at me Mr. Smarty Pants?


I’m still here! Thanks for asking 🙂 I’ve missed you!


So…what happened with Mr Jingles?!?

Freak Magnet

I still miss that damn cat.


I think freak gave away the ending….. no more kitty !

Mr. Jingles

Why the hell did you give me such a gay name? 😡