Posted by: Jeremy Reimer on Mon Jun 8 13:41:42 2015.
When I first met Zoe she was in bad shape. She was sitting in the back of a cage at the Vancouver SPCA. Her fur was matted and stringy, and she looked like the saddest creature I had ever seen. I put my fingers through the bars and she rubbed her chin on my hand. I fell instantly in love.
Zoe had been a stray as a young cat. She was rescued by the SPCA, then lived with a young family until her eighth birthday. At that point the family had a baby and bought another cat, and Zoe didn’t handle it well. Her card warned that she had issues with unwanted urination.
I watched as other people came into the shelter, petted Zoe, then read her card and walked on. Nobody wants middle-aged cats, and they certainly didn’t want one who had problems with peeing. I was going to pick her up right then, but I had to return the next day with proof that my building allowed pets. I vowed that if Zoe was still there when I got back that I would adopt her. Of course she was still available.
My friend Tzhe was with me and he drove us both home. I opened her cardboard box in the guest bathroom and she immediately jumped out and fled into the hidden depths of our walk-in closet. I had been a pet owner for thirty seconds now and already I felt like a failure. Fortunately Tzhe was able to coax her out and she slowly started to familiarize herself with her surroundings. She was incredibly nervous, but to my relief she did understand what to do when I repeatedly placed her on the litter box. Zoe had found her home.
By AllYorBaseRBelong2Us on Mon Aug 17 09:54:41 2015
"A few days before she died, Zoe seemed to have a burst of energy. She desperately wanted to get into our bedroom, which we had always kept a cat-free zone because of my wife’s allergies. She had never before scratched at the door or tried to push her way in, and would even stop at the boundary if the door was open, knowing that she wasn’t allowed in. This time was different, however. She wanted to get in there one last time. My wife opened her eyes from a nap and saw Zoe sitting next to her, purring as if nothing was wrong."
Cats know things. Perhaps the crazies who associated cats with witches and things that needed burning understood that cats exist in two planes and mistook that for something nefarious.
At the dawn of time I wonder if we all knew that a tiny, often shy, unassuming, stubborn and vicious carnivore [unless there were houseplants to be slain - to be puked up later] all covered in fuzz would end up powering the Internet.
AYB is sad for your loss and will use this time to reflect on his own cats which are now around ten years old. When they go, AYB will miss them much.
"There are two means of refuge from the miseries of life: music and cats"
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By Jeremy Reimer on Tue Aug 18 12:02:23 2015
Thanks, AYB. Zoe was my first pet, so I’ll never forget her.