As you've undoubtedly noticed from the many photos I've posted, Jake likes to lay on my legs while I'm sitting on the couch. But only if I have jeans on! If I am in sweats or shorts or slacks, he wants nothing to do with laying on me.

Instead he will go to the end of the couch, sit down facing me, then stare at me until I go change into jeans.

Not exactly something I'm fond of given how much more comfortable it is to be lounging in sweats, but I've decided I am going to do everything I can to make my cats happy in the relatively short time they're on this earth. If he wants me in jeans, then that's what's going to happen...

But don't worry. When he's not on me, he's still flopped on his back spread-eagle to sleep...

And, no, I still cannot resist the urge to pet that belly...

Tonight was Halloween! The scariest night of the year... for Jake and Jenny. They are not accustomed to people knocking on my door and ringing my doorbell all night. They hate Halloween. Hate it! So much so that they usually cower upstairs in the closet.

But this Halloween I had two knocks on my door... total. And that resulted in four trick-or-treaters... total.

Which is pretty much just another evening here. Jake never left the living room, and Jenny ran upstairs both times... but ran back down immediately after the candy moochers had left. And since my turnout was so awful, I just told them to grab a handful, which they all happily did.

I had already picked out all the stuff I wanted for myself, so there wasn't a reason not to get rid of the rest.