Saturday was vet day. Jill was booked in to have her vaccinations and a check-up at the vet. So that was all fine, no probs there. Except, the vet looked a bit puzzled. I couldnt quite place my finger on it. Maybe we werent following proper etiquette when taking your cat to the vet. Was the cat carrier not the right kind? Was the vet looking at us and thinking, “These people dont even deserve to have a cat, look at the horrible way in which they have caged the cat in the carrier!”. Maybe we werent stroking Jill the right way. I was puzzled. So was the Moth.

Anyway, the cause of the vet’s puzzlement soon became clear. She enlightened us when she said, Jill is an odd name for a boy. Uh Oh. Turns out that Jill is a boy. His former owner had assured us that he was a girl, but apparently, according to the vet, it can be hard to tell on little kitties. Oh well. Thats not a problem, a boy cat is just as cheeky as a girl cat. Therefore, the Moth and I, highly original and imaginative people that we are, renamed him Jack. Yeah yeah, I know, might be a bit corny. But you got to cut us some slack, we were in shock.

Anyways, now we are back home with Jack. And now things are so much more clear. It makes much more sense that Jack is fairly aggressive and hyperactive for a cat his size. He responds to being called Jack a lot more readily than he ever did to being called Jill. Oh well. Mistake made and learnt from. Bring on the next hurdle!