Zoe and Jasmine Reunited

Zoe and Jasmine Reunited

ZOE CLOSE-UP

ZOE CLOSE-UP

I am one felicitous feline! I am so excited that, just before I sat at the computer to tell you all about it, I was doing the happy dance! But first, just in case there are folks out there who do not know me, please allow me to introduce myself.

I am Zoe, the Fabulous Feline. I write stories about my adventures in life. I write about Emily sometimes, too. She’s the human I adopted, and she’s tolerable, as humans go. Okay, I will admit it; I do love her. (I have to say that; after all, she does feed me and scratch my neck.)

If you have been following my stories, you know that I have a sister named Jasmine . . . “Jaz” for short. And if you have not been following my stories – well, why haven’t you? Only kidding!

Jaz close up

JAZ CLOSE-UP

Jaz and I had lived in a shelter for a short time before the Chosen Ones (Michele and Emily) walked through the door and into our hearts. Of course, we assumed they lived in the same house. I mean, they came in together, they looked around together, and they even looked like each other. We assumed they were sisters, just like us, and thought this was a wonderful opportunity. If we sisters could adopt those sisters, Jaz and I would not be separated.

Sadly, we learned we were mistaken when Michele dropped me and Emily off at one house and they drove away, presumably to Michele’s house. I can still hear Jaz crying as they drove away. (As I explained in an earlier story, Zoe Adopts a Human, Jaz does not like change.)

It has been awhile since Jaz and I saw each other and, despite my adventures with Bella, I missed my sister. So I was beyond excited when I heard Emily talking to Michele on the phone today and telling her that, yes, she would certainly cat-sit for the weekend. I was going to see Jaz!

The next night, Michele brought Jaz to our house. Jaz had been meowing her head off when they first arrived. Michele put the carrier down in the middle of the floor and then just stood there, seeming reluctant to let Jaz out. I decided I would have to handle this situation. I walked right up to the carrier and put my nose to the net. Suddenly, Jaz stopped crying and started rubbing her head against the net from the inside, while I did the same from the outside. We were both purring like crazy.

tumbling Jaz

TUMBLING JAZ

I guess that was the sign Michele was looking for because finally she unzipped the flap and Jaz came flying out, right at me! I fell backwards, with Jaz on my belly, and then we just tumbled around the floor for a bit. We were so happy to see each other!

tumbling Zoe

TUMBLING ZOE

Jaz and I had a great night, chasing a ball around the living room floor, having a playful tug-of-war with the long stringy doo-dad on a stick that my human usually teases me with. Then Jaz found my catnip. Oh boy! She got a little crazy, and starting running up and down the long hallway, bouncing off the walls. The only way I could deal with her was to have some catnip too. So I did.

And the only way Emily could deal with two crazy cats on the nip was to have a little nip herself. So she did.

All’s well that ends well.

Zoe (currently residing at Emily’s home HERE)

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35 thoughts on “Zoe and Jasmine Reunited

  1. Hi Zoe, Pinky the Cat here. I liked your story about your tumbling reunion with Jaz. Getting a little nipped is my kind of fun, though at my age, it just makes me sleepy. I’m the only cat here after sharing my humans for my whole life. Finally…finally…I get all the attention, any lap I want, first dibs at the chow, the primo spot on the bed. Life is pretty darn good. But having a sister around once in a while sounds fun too. I’ll have to talk with my humans about it — Not!

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    • Hey, Pinky, a sister can be fun or a sister can be a….well, you know. Sounds like you have a cushy life these days. And I have to tell you, your post is so funny! Please tell me you are not an author, too….don’t think I could take the competition! :::::Cheshire grin::::::

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  2. Normally, when living on a farm, feline females form a family, not too close, but social, while young toms at the age of 6 months usually are driven away by their moms. (Natures way of trying to avoid incest. Not much use, when you still have the father of the daughters around, but that’s nature for you, not logical.) Sometimes the one or other of the females wanders off, too. That they know each other again after being separated for several months is rare. This JOY in recognizing each other is very unusual – and warms my heart the more so.

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    • It warmed my heart, that my story warmed yours! And yes, I would agree, I am most unusual! (Just kidding….I have a reputation to uphold, you know what I mean? But deep down, I am a humble feline and most grateful that The Ape’s followers appreciate my stories.)

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  3. Zoe, I am SO delighted you and Jaz were reunited and it sounds like it was great fun. I miss my brother, Zeke, a lot and still spend time outside looking for him, even though I know he’s gone. But now I get twice the love from my human. Purrfect post!
    Elijah Moon

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    • Oh, my dear friend Elijah Moon! I am so sorry that you are missing Zeke. Sad. I just felt the same feeling I get when I hear my favorite songwriter’s tune called Daddy’s Song. The lyric has this line in it: “I’m missing somebody all of the time, Daddy, it’s breaking my heart.” (OK, so Kris Kristofferson is my human’s favorite singer/songwriter, but I have grown up with his music and now I’m a big fan too.) I hope you see Zeke again one of these days!

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