The old switcheroo: Shelley and I decided to switch desks today so she could work with Jinxy a little more. As a veteran of the Great Kitty Rescue, Shelley is a cat socializer extraordinaire, whereas I have no experience whatsoever in this department and, admittedly, am even a bit squeamish about it. I’m cool with having Jinx in the office, but I want to leave the socialization process to a professional (i.e., don’t try this at home).

When we brought Jinx into the office, as Murphy’s Law dictates, Jinx decided his safe place was on MY desk, scrunched between my computer and printer, inches from my mouse hand. As I mentioned in the previous post, there was an awful lot of grumbling and growling when the phone rang, and just in general, too. But, Jinx wasn’t about to leave his favorite spot, so I came up with the brilliant idea of switching desks.

So, today was the big day: We recruited Shelley’s husband, David, to help us out with the tangle of computer cables and wires (otherwise, we would still be there, in the wee hours of the morning, scratching our heads, saying, “Where does this one go?”). Jinx was a tad miffed that everything was changing again, but it’s all good. It only took about 15 minutes to do the transfer and Jinx is once again hunkered down in his chosen spot.

He doled out a few glares, of course, but I think the key phrase here is (as the current corporate lingo goes) “moving forward …” Moving forward, then, this is going to be the cat’s meow. Shelley has a soft spot for Jinx: She took care of him in Pahrump and held his paw as he recovered from surgery on his nose to remove the cancer. She even tells me that what I perceive as a glare is his soft look (hmmm … I’d hate to see the hard stare).

Stay tuned for the next HiJinx Report.

By Mary Girouard[
Photo by Sarah Ause

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