Post last updated: October 10th, 2018
Let me confess. I got a new kitty and even though kitty does no gardening, he must be introduced as the newest resident of Southern Rural Route.
With my cat allergies and vet bills being what they are, a new kitty was not the wisest of acquisitions. But, Poppie took over the care and expense of Big Foot and my other stray, Whiskey, preferred to stay down at Poppie’s to beat up on Big Foot. I went from 2 cats to no cat company at all. You understand.
I decided the solution was another Snowshoe Siamese to replace Bat Cat, who passed to his kitty rewards in 2006. I had secretly been looking for two years but it didn’t work out which is just as well because I didn’t want to hear the wrath of either Momma or Priss.
Zorro was 6 weeks old when I got him on September 6. He is part Persian and part Siamese. I couldn’t see the Persian at all. His fur was very fine and his tummy was all but bald.
I had a hard time naming this kitty. I first started with Tawny but knew that wasn’t a good name because he would be tawny for a year, at most. Names were suggested by friends. Finally, I settled on Zorro because he will have a mask around the eyes just like Bat Cat (named for Bat Man).
Here are a few facts about kitty:
- Zorro is fearless.
- Zorro has the attention span of a butterfly.
- Zorro can beat me into any room by a good 6 feet even if he was behind me when I headed into that room. I am envious of his boundless energy.
- Zorro insists on eating whatever I am eating, except bananas. He turned his nose up right royally at banana. He likes ice cream and even a pinch of Twix bar. I didn’t think about the caramel in the Twix bar until I noticed him struggling with it. For a frightening moment, it looked like I was going to be on the giving end of a Heimlich.
- Zorro is incensed when I scoop the contents of his litter box into a plastic grocery bag. He bats at the grocery bag trying to get his poop back. I’m probably scarring the poor kitty for life. If he needs therapy, I can’t afford it. He’ll have to live with poop issues.
- Zorro agrees with everything I say. This is probably a trick.
- Zorro moves things around. One of my gardening gloves went missing from the laundry room and I found it under the dining room table.
Zorro has also been responsible for dishing up a little Cat Karma on Whiskey. Zorro takes numerous flying leaps onto Whiskey’s neck or backside. I searched around in my ice-cream lovin’ heart and could find no urges to come to the hollerin’ Whiskey’s aid. It seemed right to allow Whiskey to experience karmic justice for the 19 months he has tormented Big Foot.
And now, without further delay, the kitty photo gallery: