The Story of Jack and Stan

In my mind, you aren't really truly a cat owner unless you think your cat is unique, and that every cat has a story.  In this case our story revolves around 3 cats -- Junior, Jack and Stan.

The story of the Forever Litter Tray is really about cats, not plastic parts.

We were seeking a good automatic litterbox solution and found Litterbox Central at the end of 2006, after the disappearance of our cat Junior. Junior was a pretty exceptional cat -- even by "cat standards".

We rescued Junior as a young kitten, and were soon very spoiled by him. He was an inside/outside cat, so for the nearly 8 years we had him we didn't have to clean a litter box (except for the early days as a kitten). He was our "shop cat" at my auto repair shop -- and commuted back and forth to work with me in my truck every day, either sleeping on my lap or sitting up and leaning on my arm to look out the window. He was a permanent celebrity in the office -- greeting customers, and occasionally taking a tour of the busy (and loud) auto shop to make sure all the mechanics were doing their jobs.  Completely trusting and fearless would be a good way to describe him.

Some nights he preferred to stay at the shop (outside) and would decide not to come home with me. If it was a Friday, I'd make sure to come back later Friday evening or Saturday to pick him up to take home and feed. It was almost uncanny, as when I rounded the corner there he would be -- sitting on the curb waiting, and jump in the car just like a dog, followed by very exuberant nose rubs and greetings.

He just disappeared one day --  and even though we frantically checked the whole area, as well as all the shelters, he was never found.  We dream that he just accidentally jumped in a car and went home with someone else........

So.........we decided to rescue another cat when we were emotionally "ready".

A dear friend then called only a couple of weeks later, saying someone had dumped a pair of kittens, approximately 6 months old, on her property -- and due to their age and the fact that they were both black none of the shelters felt they would be adopted, so they'd just be put down if taken there (supersitious folks!).

We went to see them.........and were told that one of them was extremely shy, and wouldn't come out from under the bed when people were there.

After we'd been there for about a half hour, he nonchalantly came out from under the bed, and just walked up and bumped his nose on mine.

Needless to say at that point the decision was made....we had two new cats.

That was Jack -- and his brother Stan are now our two very special guys.

Who stay at home.  In the house!

  Jack (left) and Stan helping with house cleaning. I won't tell you the things Jack likes to do to that feather duster!

The shower requires a thorough inspection by the two inseparable brothers.........

 Relaxing together. So cute now, but oh the trouble they can get into........!!