Zoe’s First Day at Her New Home
Hey Everyone, Zoe here. Figured I’d take advantage of some me time and tell you of my latest adventure since Emily, my human, is watching a football game. Every now and then I hear her either cheer or curse. I don’t understand what all the fuss is about, though. A bunch of over-sized humans throwing a ball around. It bores me.
My last story was all about how I manipulated Emily into adopting me. I did not mention how she changed my name, which is really the backbone of this story. My previous owners were an elderly couple who had named me “Misty.” That was the name on my cage at the shelter. Emily was not impressed. On the ride home, she racked her brain trying to come up with a suitable new name for me. Shania? Chloe? Dakota? Zoe? Zoe! No skin off my teeth. I answer to anything—on the occasions of my choosing, of course. Oh, and always when she shakes the treat bag; then nobody has to call me by name. I do love my treats!
Zoe is a Greek name meaning, or associated with, “life.” My human had no idea just how perfect a name that was for me. She did not ask the shelter caretaker why exactly the elderly couple “could not handle” me (and that’s another whole story!). I thought I’d give her one example right off the bat.
When we got home, my human unzipped the carrier and, keeping her eyes on me, slowly backed away, as if expecting me to attack her. I walked out of that carrier as calm and cool as the proverbial cucumber and went exploring my new home. A calm, cool cat am I.
A little later, I saw that Emily was busy doing something on the computer. Show time! I came barreling down the long hallway, bouncing off each wall at least twice on my way to where Emily was sitting. She was looking so intently at the screen, she never even noticed that I had jumped up onto the hutch that sat on top of the desk. I am stealth personified. Or would that be stealth felinified?
Without so much as a meow, I jumped onto Emily. Just a lightning-fast hit, using her head as a trampoline. I landed in the hallway I’d just come from. Of course, I could not resist bouncing off the walls again on my way back down the hall. You should have seen her face! I was back in the bedroom, stretched out on her bed before she even knew what hit her. Hilarious! She didn’t think so, but hey! When a cat adopts a human, said cat must immediately demonstrate dominance, right? Right!
I just heard my human give a loud, boisterous cheer. My guess is the game is over and Boston won. I’m still bored.
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What a cute blog post – and even a cuter cat. 🙂 I enjoyed reading it.
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Thanks for reading it, Aurora! Glad you liked it. I wouldn’t want to alienate a potential new fan so I won’t give you my usual flip reply about my appearance and what a fabulous feline I am……
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You are the almost best cat in the world Zoe. There are a few ones that are close to my heart which I do have to prefer… since I feed them. I hope you understand that. 🙂
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Oh, I surely do, Miss Aurora! Maybe you take me in, so I can get fed too! My human has practically starved me since the vet told her I was getting fat!
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Reblogged this on theowlladyblog.
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Thank you for reblogging, Ms Owl Lady! I appreciate it so much that I promise that from this day forward, I will — oh this is hard!– I will look at birds as more than just dinner….
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Zoe, you are the quintessential Fabulous Facetious Feline! Shared 🙂
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I’m in love!! Great alliteration, Miss Tina! And thank you for the kind words, and for reading my story. It’s wonderful to hear that humanines enjoy my tales! I might actually try fiction next. ::::Cheshire cat grin:::::
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Zoe is an excellent cat who knows exactly how to manage her human! Better she be with a young football fan than an elderly couple, I’m telling you! LOL
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Yes, I had way too much energy for that elderly couple; they were OK, though, they did try. Now Emily….well, she’s not exactly young, you know. And she is a fickle football fan….only watches if “HER” favorite team is playing. Go Pats! But she’s OK, too. She still gives me treats, even though the vet said I gained a pound since they put me on a diet. SIGH
Thanks for reading my story. 🙂
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Zoe. Zoe. Zoe. You are shrewd and resourceful, but I already knew that about you for the last time you wrote. I’m stealing the keyboard while my human takes out the garbage. Remember me? Lady Gaga? I’m planning a revolt. We have a new visitor. Dickens, she calls him. He was interesting for the first day or so. Now, he’s a pain in my…you know. Do I look like a need a boyfriend? Here she comes. Gotta go. Any advice? Bye.
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Lady Gaga! So glad to hear from you! Advice about Dickens? Hmmmm….let me think about this. First, I assume from that last line there that Dickens is a tomcat, correct? If so, there is really only one way to deal with a tomcat…pretend you like him, and then when he comes closer, shut that boy down with one swift swipe!! It doesn’t sound very interesting or original, but it IS effective.
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I waited and watched him sashay up to my and try make some moves on me. Ha. I got him good but he keeps coming back for more. I’m surprised he didn’t have a black eye and a broken nose, but I enjoy watching him come back again and again. You can’t do the same things the same way and expect different outcome. Silly Tom. He’s fixed like me so I don’t need to worry about that silly business. You wish!
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You don’t let any grass grow under your feet, do you Zoe! If Elijah Moon landed on my head, he’d probably snap my neck – you look lovely and lithe, he’s an impressive presence at 17 lbs!
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Yes, I do believe we’ve talked about your “big boy” before, Noelle! And you are correct, I am lithe, I am agile, I am stealth! I am also conceited…I know, but hey! I have a reputation to protect. Please give Elijah Moon a big hug for me!
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Another great story Zoe (for a cat).
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Danny boy! Let me tell you a thing or two about cats….on the other paw, maybe not. Let me reassure you, though….you may have a huge surprise awaiting you in your next life. Thanks for liking my story! You’re OK, for a “k-nine.” (What can I say? I will do anything to fit a bit of alliteration and rhyme to my writing!)
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I’ve heard cats like interacting with people on computers. Especially stretching out on the keyboard.
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YEP 😀
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Yes, Charles…so true! And you probably have had the experience of trying to read a newspaper…..I know when my human has one of those or a book open on her lap, I just have to stretch out on it. It so annoys her!
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Not really. Half of my family is allergic to cats, so I’ve only heard the stories. 😦
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Sorry to hear that, Charles…you are missing out. Why not stock up on Benadryl and indulge your desire for a feline pet? You know you want to!
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I make do with friends who have cats. It’s like with kids. You play with them and give them back to their parents when they’re getting hyper.
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Great point! Some felines can get a little feisty….not moi of course….just sayin’….
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😀 😀 😀
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That sounds like a very energetic introduction, Zoe.
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Sure was! I’m all about setting expectations right at the get-go. And I did her a favor really, because she spent no time trying to tame me. Smart cookie. (Me, not her.) 🙂
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