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In a previous blog entry I wrote about having to put my cat Daisy to sleep. Then about a month later, after a period of grieving, I adopted an orange tabby named Jameson.

Once upon a time I did not believe the meme about orange cats, ALL orange cats, sharing a single brain cell. I now fully believe that it is entirely true.

To be kind, but truthful, a box of rocks is smarter than him. I've seen him run head first, multiple times, into the patio door. I have come home to destruction that makes me ask," How the Hell?..."

As an example, there was this time when I got home and found the trim piece for the blind for my patio door was on the floor, and I still have no idea how he got up that high. As another example in my bathroom I have inner and outer shower curtains and Jameson, apparently, tried to climb the outer one, from in between the curtains. To fair it has a picture of the Eiffel Tower on it, so maybe he thought he could climb it.

Then there was the time that he somehow knocked almost all of the books off of a little bookshelf that I have. I don't know how he found the room to get in there far enough to start pushing them off of the shelf.

One of the things that I have adapted to is the need to leave the food can I just emptied on the floor next to his dish. This is so he won't go looking in the recycling bin to check to see if any goodies are left.

Every time I move in my sleep the little idiot starts head butting me, thinking it's time to be fed. The head butting is tolerable, but when that doesn't get me up, he starts using his claws I will eventually be a huge mass of scar tissue.

That's assuming he doesn't open an artery and kills me out right.

Once his "allow petting" timer has reached its limit I suddenly find my hand and arm are wrapped in a buzz saw of an orange furball. This then gets me to wondering if I am the one with the one brain cell because, for some bizarre reason I still love the little furball.

I still miss Daisy, but at least Jameson is entertaining company. One fun thing that he does is anytime there is any kind of animal on tv he reacts like it's actually there. I was watching a video where a dog started barking and Jameson took off and hid under the bed.

He also likes to dash out into the hallway of my building when I'm trying to close the door. If I'm carrying anything I hold it in front of me and just keep going, "in, in , in, get in", until I get the door closed.

However, with all of that there is one thing that I really like the orange furball for. Sometimes when he lays next to me he reaches out and puts his paw on my leg or arm, I suspect that he just wants to let me know that in his own way, he cares for me too.