Posted by: China | August 18, 2007

Introducing….Zoe

Mom and Dad went to the animal shelter this afternoon. I didn’t go because – well – I’m still scared of those places. I was treated real good when I had to live in one, but I don’t ever want to go back.

Mom says that when they first walked in, there was a cage with two kitties in it – a brown and white one and a big, gray fluffy one. Daddy liked the brown one – it rubbed up against his hand.

They looked around at all the kitties. Most of them were asleep. The only one that stood up and meowed at them was one that was already adopted.

They asked about the kitties and which would get along with dogs. They looked at a huge kitty named Bull who seemed nice but his personality was kind of domineering (Mom looked up that word for me. I didn’t want to call a kitty I don’t know personally a bully behind his back). He gave off a ‘this is my place, but you can stay as long as I want you to’ vibe.

So, they met the brown and white kitty and she turned out to be nice. Her name was Snickers. She was laid back, didn’t mind being held and – get this – she liked belly rubs! No one who likes belly rubs can be all bad, right? I mean, did you ever see Lex Luthor asking for a belly rub? Me neither.

So, after visiting with her for about an hour, they decided to adopt her and bring her home. They didn’t like her name, though, and since she had had it for only a week or so, they decided it was between Zoe and Teagen. They finally went with Zoe.

When they brought her home, Daddy took me outside and Mom let Zoe look around the house – showed her where her private box is, the food, all that important stuff. I wanted back inside real bad, because I had smelled that kitty in the box when Mom passed me.

So, I finally came in. Zoe was upstairs scoping out her spot on the bed so I went right up. Now, for anyone who knows me, you know this is kind of amazing. I hate those stairs and have only been up them three times in the 3 years we’ve lived here – but I just had to meet Zoe!

She was up on the bed, so I walked over real cautious like, ready to jump back if I heard a hiss or saw a paw heading toward my schnozz – it’s pretty big, so I’m sure she wouldn’t miss it – but all she did was look at me with her big, green eyes.

Then she began touring the house – she went ’round and ’round and ’round, learning all the cool hiding places, seeing how many times Mom would make her get off the kitchen table, all that stuff. I stayed right behind her, sniffed her a lot, gave her little slurps on the face when I could get close enough.

She never really sat still long enough for me to tell if she likes me or not, but she did give me a couple of head bumps and never hissed or smacked at me, and Mom tells me I was kind of obnoxious a few times. She seems pretty nice. I just hope she stays that way after she’s learned she’s the new kitty princess of the house.

And now, since I’m sure you’re tired of my babbling (I’m excited, okay?) here are some pictures of my new kitty sister. She has really pretty markings – a brown tuxedo cat with garters on her legs, and white spats.

Here she is, exploring the kitchen. Aren’t those white markings on her legs nifty?

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More of her exploring the kitchen. Here, you can see her white belly.

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She found the cat windowsill really fast and sat in the sun for a few minutes. After this, she kept trying to walk across the table, but Mom kept telling her no and putting her back on the windowsill. She’s not stupid, because she finally went down by using the chair instead.

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And here’s me, giving her the tour of the front room. I showed her where my space is and she didn’t seem to want it for herself. Yay! I’m so excited, my eyes are glowing green! Maybe I could be the next Green Lantern. In brightest day, in darkest night, no evil shall escape my sight. Beware the power–Green Lantern’s light!

Nah, that wouldn’t work. I still have fear.

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Fiona, thanks for the offer of Sophia, she seems like a nifty kitty, but I think your Mom might not like that. She likes her kitty, even though I hear she snores.

I asked Zoe if she would like to blog, but she said I could do it for her for a while. (I’m not sure she knew what a blog was, but I didn’t want to embarrass her) . Maybe later she’ll pop in and say hello.

But it’s still my blog. 🙂

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  1. Cats are rotten bloggers. They can’t spell worth beans and they won’t take correction.

  2. But… Zoe looks a lot like Sophia… are you sure you don’t need two kitties?!

  3. I just loved this blog. Animal people are special. Good for you.

  4. Zoe is adoreable….. I’m sure that she will be forever grateful for her rescue.

  5. so adorable.


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