So.
My name is Juju.
Aside from being a green-eyed contortionist, I bring lots of happiness and power purring to my home … and a lot of corpses. My younger days began as a barn kitten, so I learned a lot about hunting from my brothers and sisters. My person chose me because of the little tufts on my ears, like a bobcat’s. I look like a Maine Coon Cat, and there probably is some of that in the mix somewhere.
I like to sit on windowsills or on any soft thing. I like to wake my people up by tapping them in the face at random hours, and I just can’t seem to do that with my claws retracted, so when I do I may be a little bit less endearing than one would think. I am particularly fond of warm laps — what cat in their right mind wouldn’t be? — and I prance around the house with my lovely fluffy tail sticking straight up most of the time.
I try to play with the other cat here, but he is very old and cranky and doesn’t appreciate me most of the time. And the dog? What dog? Oh, you mean that giant fluffy thing that makes all sorts of loud noises? Let’s just say I do my best to ignore her.
I got my name because when my person brought me home I just hung out under her seat in the car, calm as can be. She thought I had good juju. And I do.
Sarah Pope
Middlebury