My inspiration for this post came from my dear, longtime blogging friend, Debbie @ Musings by an ND Domer's Mom, who is not only a gifted...
I don’t think I’ve ever shared a thing on this blog about my other longtime kitty companion, Zoe.
In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever even mentioned her name before.
Shame on me!!!
The image you see above is Miss Zoe.
She was a gorgeous cat. She was half Siamese and half “whatever.” And as you can see from this old photo, she was mostly gray with just a splash of white around her face and paws. Her fur was magnificent. It was short, but dense. When you touched it, it was like touching a chinchilla. She had the softest fur I’d ever felt on any cat.
I adopted her from the Humane Society when she was only a year old and PREGNANT.
Jerry, my other cat, who you’ve heard me mention several times before, was her offspring.
She, like Jerry, lived until she was 19 years old.
I always called her MISS Zoe because she demanded it.
I loved her with all my heart, but she was more of what most people who don’t like cats think about ALL cats. She had that stereotypical CAT ATTITUDE…..
…she had no use for humans.
But quite frankly, I found it hysterical.
She was what you would call….Hollywood Royalty.
She was the Joan Crawford and Bette Davis of the cat kingdom.
She was a STAR, who's attitude said, "Kiss my furry ass!"
I was only permitted to touch her for two minutes per day and was only allowed to look at her for five. And if I looked at her any longer than that, she would get up…and walk away.
My only purpose was to feed her on a timely schedule and to make sure her litter box was ALWAYS clean of any feces before she stepped into it. And if by chance I didn’t…she would simply shit directly next to the litter box and then leave me a post-it note….
NEXT time…make sure it’s clean!
But I LOVED her.
She was definite, strong-willed, independent, and fearless.
During the entire 19 years of her life, I don’t think I ever saw her exude a single flustered emotion. She was always calm, cool and in control.
That is…until I brought out the CATNIP.
Whenever I was bored and wanted to see Zoe lose control, I would sprinkle a fist-full of catnip on the kitchen floor and watch her go ballistic. It was like watching a completely different cat. She would literally THROW herself atop the catnip and roll around on it like clothes in a dryer - she flipped around, and around, and around in complete circles. Occasionally, she would stop and bury her face in the catnip; taking deep breaths as though she was inhaling nirvana. Sometimes she would even stand up and start tap dancing amongst the catnip like Gene Kelly with four legs.
And after she was completely spent…she would suddenly collapse motionless on the floor; staring straight ahead with a spacey look in her red bloodshot eyes, like she had just smoked the biggest doobie of premium Columbian grass…
….and just smile.
Wishing you a nip-of-whatever weekend everyone!
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