My cats first litter. Four little bundles of joy.
Wait, no, you've got it all wrong! I'm not jumping for joy in a figurative sense. In fact, I'm actually feeling a little down today... my kibble this morning was a bit stale, and it really threw me into a strange kind of funk! Rather, I'm literally jumping for Joy, because that's my human's name, and she requested that I jump. Which is totally fine, because a.) I like her so I like doing tricks for her and b.) she promised to compensate my leap with a milkbone.