Likes: Bugs. Anything that moves. Sleeping. Watching the rabbits, deer, birds, etc., in the back yard.
Pet-Peeves: Not having her demands met.
Favorite Toy: Bugs. A swirling toy. Two catnip mice.
Favorite Nap Spot: The bed. The couch. The middle of the dining room table. The floor.
Favorite Food: Innova. Cooked chicken. Blue Spa wet food.
Skills: She used to be able to jump waist-high for one of her toys, but these days she can only make it about knee-high.
Arrival Story: After adopting Rogue, I wanted another cat. I didn't want just a single cat household like I had with Mr. Fuzzypants. We went to a pet store, who wouldn't let us adopt because we rented (long story). So I put the word out and a woman who rescues cats called me. She had a friend who had a kitten. She asked a million questions and I guess I passed her scrutiny. We went to see Zora and fell in love with her and took her home.
Bio: Zora was abandoned in an apartment with another cat when her human "father" went to prison. Someone adopted the older cat, but no one wanted the kitten. Fortunately, we did.
...of being admired. Right now I'm perched atop a new cat condo mom bought for us on Ebay. And even though I'm a little tubby...I can still get the whole way to the top. Mom is typing this for me as I dictate from my lofty lair.
Oh, those boys are fantastic, but they have me whipped. I'm way up here just to get away from them. 10 minutes ago Tyler jumped up and wanted to play. Mom could sense I was not in the mood, so she removed him. Fortunately, he has the attention span of a gnat and went running off into the other room. Baron jumped up right after that, but for once, he had not interest in me. Fool just wanted to play with the blind string which mom promptly removed from his mouth.
It's so nice. Mom's been home for the last two days. She's been working like a madwoman. Yesterday, while she was trying to work at the computer, I jumped on her lap so she couldn't. Of course, I demand a lot of attention. I'm Zora, after all. I give lots of attention to the boys, so every now and then I just want a little me time.
Wheee. Sorry mom. Had to scratch my bum against the carpet last night to get off those last bits of business. Maybe you ought to think of shaving me back there. I mean, this is the second time this week that you've had to clean some business off my behind. Oh, I know you're not worried because the vet checked me out and there's nothing physically wrong with me, but I know checking and cleaning my posterior isn't your favorite thing to do. But since you love me, I know you will. I must admit, though, I like having my bum cleaned like a little baby. Hopefully, I can teach the boys this trick, too. Hee hee hee.
Okay, so I'm starting to get a little bit cranky. The boys are still trying to nurse off me every now and then...even though I'm not their real mom...and even though nothing's coming out. Sometimes, though, I just want to sleep. Like last night when I was on mom's bed. Damn if Baron didn't jump up and try to start with me. I kicked him a bit and growled at him...then I washed his sweet little head to let him know I still loved him. But I'm tired. Let a girl get some beauty rest. I finally had to jump off the bed...and damn if mom didn't come after me...trying to pick me up and make sure I was okay. I AM TIRED. Don't you get it? After I took at quick nip at her, she realized and put me down. Finally, sometime in the middle of the night, I was able to get back on the bed and get some sleep. But I got mom back...hee hee. This morning while she was trying to sleep, I came into the room and started rolling around on my carboard scratching post yelling, meow meow. Get up. It's time for me to eat. Rise and shine, sleepy head. Hee hee. Gotcha.