Mancat Monday—Jamal

Meet Jamal! He's a member of my posse. He lives on the wrong side of the parking lot from me. His human calls him his "Buddy," but back on the 'Paw, he was known as Jamal Jonez. He's the type of cat, your parents warned you about: sneaking down the alleyway, looking for a fight. Howling at the moon on a hot summer's night. You get the picture. A lot of ladycats swooned over Jamal. Seems that TW swoons over him too.

TW has never had a thing for orange/ginger/cinnamon kitties until now. She LOVES Jamal and P-Kitty, who you'll meet as soon as TW can stop scritching him long enough to take his picture. Jamal is usually smart enough to keep his distance.

I'll bet this is the first time—outside of police blotter shots—that Jamal has ever had his picture taken. He looked kind of in awe for his first photo session, but relaxed for the 2nd one. Apparently, his Daddy isn't big on taking pictures of the cat. As long as he feeds him, Jamal is OK with that.

Jamal is an Alley through and through. You can see some of his battle scars from his skirmishes with the Toms. He's tough, that's for sure. Check that ear out! I bet the Tom who took him on looks a lot worse. Jamal takes a licking and keeps on ticking.

Although their house is in total disrepair—TW says it looks like a shack in the "sticks" whatever that means—Jamal has his own kitty door, so he can go in and out whenever he wants to. Trust me, with all the warm sun puddles, he's wanted to go out a lot lately.