So we don’t actually know when Zoe’s first birthday really is. The vet’s estimate post rescue was likely October…. sometime…
Baby Zoe…
See our precious little princess was a stray. Initially brought home by one person, then adopted by another before prancing and pouncing into our home as a gangly pre-teen on Boxing Day aka 26 Dec 2015.
We adore her to bits… and there is little doubt when she comes to curl up for a cuddle, Zoe kinda likes us too.
Dubbed the Zoe “look”
We survived her escape artist phase, lived through her hilarious heat stage, and her drugged out recovery from a little operation to ensure there would be no baby Zoes.
We’ve weened her off her whisky and beer habit. Don’t ask.
We’ve come to accept that paper bags and cardboard boxes will be destroyed.
Did you want this box? (see… the ‘look’)
We even forgave the water mishap that led to the demise of my much beloved Macbook Air. Oh that was an expensive frustrating accident that derailed many things!
In turn, she lives with being picked up and being put in front of her scratching post when attempting to shred the ironing board or chair.
She does her daily duty gently tapping her lazy humans to get up in the morning. No alarms required, no siree! Not on Zoe’s watch!
She puts up with our occasional absences where another human pops over to say hello, dump a little food and leave… or seems to quite like her ‘cat sitter’ companion because she plays with her!
And gives her ‘fan club’ of various delivery men the gift of her haughty door greetings… or occasionally climbing up the door railing to their astonished eyes at her acrobatics (show off!).
Like most felines, she enjoys watching her world from ‘on high’ and decided a basket with spare clean kitchen cloths on top of the fridge would be her throne. She particularly enjoys avidly watching play rehearsals from her perch.
“Try that line again…”
She has no interest in people food, so a crazy thing like a birthday cake is nonsense.
However today we say thanks for our little fur ball. We share a home and daily routines. She’s our little munchkin. We are her pet humans. It works.
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I am a total sucker for cats, and this one looks adorable. The photo of her in the box is priceless.
Alison
She was rather proud of her industrious accomplishment destroying that box! 🙂 I’m currently in Jakarta and missing my little munchkin….
I can’t get over the size of her wingnut ears… she’s probably got them tuned into Jakarta!
She does have exceedingly perky ears! Looking forward to being back in Bombay seeing that cute little face!
Very intelligent little face! Glad you have her.
And we’re glad to have her in our lives too! 🙂
Awww…cutie! We adopted a rescue in June and now I can’t imagine life without that little bastard.
Hehe! Funny how they just worm their way into your lives, eh? (Note the Canadianism) Ours can definitely be a brat at times but we adore her anyways.