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Here's part two of my kitty cat story. The first one was about Sophie, our feral black cat that we were trying to convert into an indoor cat, but which was hit and killed by a car on September 19, 2007.
This part of the story is about Zoey, a domestic short hair ginger tabby that was rescued from the El Cajon Animal Shelter on September 20, 2007.
The following picture is my favorite picture of Zoey and was taken only a few days after she arrived in our home. She took quickly to one of the two office chairs: "This is my new home, so I might as well lay down the law."
We had thought that we wanted another black cat, but during the months leading up to Halloween, black cats are not allowed to be adopted at the animal shelters. I know the reason why, but I still can't imagine people doing those kinds of things to little animals.
Zoey's previous owner had given her up because he was moving out of state and couldn't have pets in his new home. It didn't take us long to fall in love with Zoey. We interviewed her, and found that she possessed all the qualities that she needed for the job. Here's her résumé:
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I'm beautiful. Check out the coloring of my fur with its black, white, gray, red, and browns in big stripes and swirls.
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I purr, even for strangers, and when you're nice to me, I purr loudly. REAL LOUD!
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I love to be held. Feel free to pet my ears, nose, eyes, back, legs, and, of course, my beautiful golden tummy.
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I don't mind being upside down. You can even hold me upside down. Just make sure that you always rub my golden tummy, A LOT!
This is the very first picture of Zoey in her new home. Kind of a duh! picture:
This ain't animal shelter food!
It took a little while to convince Zoey that she could basically have the run of the place, although there are some places that are out of bounds:
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No jumping up on the dining room table.
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No jumping up on the grand piano.
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No digging or sleeping in pots with plants.
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No jumping up on the kitchen countertops.
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No jumping up on top of the refrigerator because that requires that one must first jump on top of the kitchen countertops. If you can figure out another way to get up there, fine.
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No sleeping on the dishes in the cabinets.
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No sleeping on the clean towels and linens in the cabinets.
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No perching in the window sills.
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No climbing the screen doors.
Now you might think, "What's left for poor Zoey to do?" Oh, don't worry, there's plenty!
Here's a small collection of my favorite pictures of Zoey, and whether or not she is in bounds or out of bounds:
Bathtub - in bounds
Bed #2 - in bounds
Anything on the floor - in bounds
Bed #1 - out of bounds
Sacks - in bounds
Milk boxes - in bounds
Small boxes - in bounds
Big boxes - in bounds
Towel cabinets - out of bounds
Chairs - in bounds
Chair backs - in bounds
Laundry baskets - in bounds
Doorways - in bounds
Drawers - out of bounds
Top of the refrigerator - out of bounds
Plants - out of bounds
Shelves - case by case basis
Desktop - depends on time of day
Dishes cabinet - out of bounds
You can see about half of my picture gallery of Zoey right here.
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