jasper's my inside boy.

when my alarm goes off he cries like a baby. often he's like a ghost cat, i go looking for him, jaspie, jaspie. where is that ghost cat at? he has many voices, he can sing like a starling, or imitate penny's plaintive yowl, and he can squeak like a squeaky toy and do a ghost dance for his breakfast duck. now he's 11. my special number cat.