J.J.- Jasmine Junior- was a part of a litter of seven little ones. She seemed to be first among the seven to do most all things. I would poke my head close to their ‘nest’ to see how they were all doing, and only JJ would come walking out, a bit wobbly, and fearlessly walk all over me. After a certain amount of finger chewing, wrestling with my hand, and petting, I would set her down facing her mother and siblings, and she would walk straight back into the fold. This was a priceless part of my daily routine for a week or so, until they all started running around the house with an ever-increasing amount of energy. She was adopted by friends, and she is still doing fine, nine years later.
