A new Jinxism has emerged as Ive been at the dining room table going through job listings — Jinx will take a break from tormenting the girls, hop up on my lap, then put his front paws on my chest or nuzzle into the crook of my arm to get me to hold him.
He thinks it’s a pretty sweet deal, but it slows down the search a bit. And if I try to put him down, he makes it clear that’s a bad idea.

