name is JJ Fletcher, and I am
pleased to welcome you to my chief of staff's web domain here at melaniefletcher.com.
Ho-hum -- I suppose I should say something at this juncture about the
Redheaded One. When not bathing, grooming, feeding, petting or otherwise
entertaining us with our favorite bathroom show, "When Apes Get
Wet!" she spends her time cleaning our litter tray, obtaining new
and interesting toys and generally ensuring that our lives remain comfortable
and full of kibble. Oh, and apparently she writes, as well -- I myself
prefer to watch C-Span, but to each his own.
If you're new to the site, I encourage you to browse through our pages.
We're always happy to receive Email,
although general meanness and (ahem) catty comments will be met with
icy hauteur and a nasty scratch. Don't say I didn't warn you.
And now, if you'll excuse me, I must lick my butt.
Jordan P. Fletcher, 2002 - 2013
Jordan was a small black and white cat who was extremely soft and fluffy, more than a bit neurotic, and utterly adorable. Obtained from the Carrolton Animal Rescue Klub as a companion for our cat JJ, he quickly became the baby of the family. He was the ultimate lap cat, although his favorite spot was my chest, and loved to be held and have his chin scritched. He had lots of adventures over the years, and it was a running joke every time we went on a trip about how long it would take him to remember us. When we got Jessie and Jeremy, Jordan adored them and Jeremy quickly became Jordan's little buddy. Jordan would also stand up for Jessie and protect her when Jeremy got too rambunctious. JJ has had more than a bit of a fractious relationship with Jordan over the years, but deep down I think they respected each other. Kind of.
Unfortunately, being soft and fluffy wasn't enough to stop Jordan from developing intestinal lymphoma this summer. At 1:15 PM on September 19, 2013, he crossed the Rainbow Bridge very peacefully with the help of Dr. Dana Crigger, and with his dad and me in attendance. I'm grateful that his tummy isn't swollen and hurting anymore, and I hope he's finally getting to eat all the tuna he wants now that Jeremy can't hog the bowl. And I never realized until a couple of days ago that the fur pattern on his face made a yin-yang sign. Always knew he had hidden depths.
Love you, baby boy. Always.
LoneStarCon 3 (Worldcon)
August 29 - September 3, 2013 • San Antonio, TX
October 4 - 6, 2013 • Dallas, TX