Thanks, Barbara & Kel. Yes, Kel, Jake DOES keep me on my toes. He climbs up my jeans legs, and simply loves to play. Thankfully, in the evening he does like to spend a few minutes of "quiet" time on my chest purring and "recharging." And he'll "chew" on my chin whiskers and "kiss" me. I have to remember NOT to let my hands dangle off the arms of my chair, though.
Hard to believe this is still the last one posted. Jake is quite a guy, still. He likes toys, but you don't have to buy them. If we open a ferrero rocher, or a lindt truffle, and he hears the foil crinkle, he expects us to crumple up the foil and throw it on the floor. He bats it around like the little soccer player that he is.
And he and Trippi have quite the little "wrestling" bouts. She is acting younger and younger, with Jake around.
Thanks, Dinah. I think animals do trust me. And the ones who have a special relationship with me trust me, I think, in part from whom I am, but also in part because of the even keel my life has with Marge.