Lately Jeff has been randomly walking up to the dog and fondly headbutting her.

Headbutt, lick, lick, repeat.

Staff recently made some Jeff-oriented holiday purchases.

First, electric throw blankets for the living room. Jeff is very, very fond of these. Since they have a three-hour automatic shutoff and we have found one on when arriving home from work, we are suspicious he might have learned to operate them himself.

Second, and long overdue in Jeff’s kingdom, a proper cat tree. It is situated in the sunroom for maximum outside viewing.

The top shelf, naturally, is Jeff’s.

Football season brings change to the house of Staff.

General productivity takes a steep decline as Sundays are dedicated to NFL Sunday Ticket on DirecTV.

The cats do not seem to mind this, as there is significant reduction in cleaning, moving things about, or other activities that might wake them up.

Football on television seems to have a soporific effect on Jeff.

Even the substitute referee scandals could not rouse him.

Touchdown and goodnight.

Neil wanted to know about Jeff’s feets.

Jeff’s feets are a wholly owned subsidiary of Jeff The Giant Orange Cat.

His feets are proportional to his overall bobcat size.

His paw pads are all evenly pink jellybeans.

His claws seem somehow larger than average; however, this could be merely an impression given by past acts using them.

Jeff has one rear claw that does not retract properly and protrudes at an impertinent angle. Staff thinks he must have broken his toe at some point during the pre-Staff era. It’s never seemed a bother to him.

Jeff was escorted back to the vet office for his dental cleaning.

There were complications. A tooth had to be removed.

There were many ouchies and indignities.

Initially the pain medication seemed to make Jeff stoned enough that he didn’t mind awfully much.

But after the medication, Jeff might have had a mad.

He has since forgiven Staff – we think. At least until we start trying to brush his teeth to prevent future extractions.

Jeff was escorted to his annual checkup.

Jeff was most cross.

He was pronounced in good health, but will be going back soon for a dental cleaning. Staff expects he will again be most cross.

Jeff weighed in at about 16.5 pounds. Staff procedure is to disregard the handle on the cat carrier; a two-handed hold is required.

The Furminator came. And there was much furminating.

Bits of Jeff floated through the air like snowflakes.

Jeff laid in their midst, oblivious. He didn’t need those bits anyway.

Jeff and Staff had a quiet New Year at home.

Jeff was unimpressed by the party favors.

He did, however, enjoy a bit of catnip. Ahem.

Mouse: Knock knock.

Jeff: Who’s there?

Mouse: Mouse that lives in a tree out front. I’m chewing on the doormat.

Jeff: Let me just come outside and we can discuss it.

Mouse: (giggles and runs away)

Jeff started Thanksgiving with a leisurely morning.

He ignored the initial cooking preparations, but appeared instantly as soon as the raw turkey appeared. He paced the kitchen scenting the air.

He knew.

Jeff repeatedly checked in on Staff’s progress in the kitchen throughout the afternoon, winding around our ankles to ensure we were aware we were being inspected.

Staff ate using the standard one-bite-for-Staff, two-bites-for-Jeff method. When cat dinnertime arrived, Jeff got his own personal Thanksgiving.

He inhaled it and returned to the kitchen for seconds.

After dinner Jeff slipped into the obligatory post-turkey nap.

His leftovers are in the fridge.