After a super energetic recommendation from a friend about the delights of the Jolly Jumper, I decided to get one. I luckily found one for a very reasonable $20 on Craigslist. I got the one with the stand, so I could use it in my living room.
I set it up. Strapped her in. And waited for delight!
No delight.
Unfortunately, since Portia had never been in a Jolly Jumper, she had no idea how to work one. So mommy (I have no actual name anymore) starts bouncing around in front of her so she might get a hint how to use this marvelous contraption.
Still no bounce.
I then decide to gently bounce the chain connecting her to the frame in an up and down motion.
Still no bounce.
As I am trying to figure out how she will be able to figure it out, I hear the “ca-ching ca-ching” of the spring as she bounced! I turned around and found the bounce initiator…Conan the cat!
She gets so excited when she sees the cat, she naturally started to move, and then bounce, and now there is no turning back! She loves it. Oh, the people who invented the Jolly Jumper are near and dear to my heart. She now spends quite near to half her waking day in the Jolly Jumper, bouncing, bouncing, bouncing, bouncing…

Conan thinks, "Portia is at perfect petting height"!
She gets so tired, but then gets mad when we take her out of it. I am sure this obsession will last for only one or two months, but that is one or two months that I will have a perma-smile on my face.



