Nicknames: Little, Bambi, Princess, Little baby, Littlefur
Gotcha Date: December 5th 2005
Birthday: November 5th 2005
Likes: Sasha, her toys, showing off her rear-end, head scratches, snuggling while sleeping
Pet-Peeves: Being alone, being held, having her nails trimmed, the vacuum!!
Favorite Toy: Lots of things! But, a few are: fur-covered mice, feather toys, tissue paper, laser!
Favorite Nap Spot: Her pillow by the window, jeans (off or on people), the blue chair
Favorite Food: Canned food, fish, chicken
Skills: Does being cute count?
Arrival Story: We went running one night, and heard a strange high-pitched squeal... Turned out to be a skinny little black kitten, who we brought home and nursed back to health, with the help of everyone at THE Cat Hospital. We thought we could put her up for adoption, but, after spending a little time together, we knew she was a permanent addition to the household. She's a precious, sweet kitty that loves to torment her older sibling Sasha.
Bio: Zoe is black, but has scattered single white hairs. Zoe loves to bounce off of the couch when Sasha is sitting peacefully, trying to relax. She also has an affinity for stalking him, running and/or pouncing toward him, and smacking him on the rump, then running away as fast as she can. Zoe plays with her toys often, but can improvise when they've all been shoved under the couch (voluntarily) and haven't been retrieved yet. She tends to play in the dirt of the houseplants, and bring leaves and twigs in from the balconey.
Yeah. Moved to a new apartment. We rode in the car for 6 hours. Then had movers bring in furniture and boxes. I lived under the bed for a couple of months. Really. Lived under the bed. Refused to come out except to go to the bathroom (litter box was in the bathroom). I graduated to creeping out from under the bed after mom was home from work for awhile. But I ran under the bed if I heard the slightest noise. Then I would come out during the day, but run under the bed when mom got home, and eventually come out. FINALLY, I got to where I would stay out during the day, AND stay out when mom came home, and when I heard noises. That process only took about 6, 7, 8 months? Yup. I'm a little cautious. Or neurotic. Either way. I'm good now. Me and Sash.
One morning, Mom and Dad wouldn't feed us breakfast. Then, Mom herded Sasha into a box-thing with a wire mesh front - he was trapped! But then they turned on me! I wasn't prepared, and they caught me and shoved me into a little soft-sided bag-thing. But I had an accident... Pee... So then Mom tried to get the bottom pad out of the bag-thing, and I bolted out. Then they spent 10 minutes chasing me around the apartment before finally catching me again. Mom and Dad carried us to a monster, and we rode in its belly for awhile. Sasha puked all over his box. So, we got to the vet smelling like cat-pee and cat-puke. We both behaved when we got there, but sheesh. What the point was, I don't know. When we got home, I hid under the bed for two days. I wasn't going to chance it again! I'm still a bit wary of them. Who do they think they are, anyway?
I really felt special when I got on Catster and discovered I had been Cat of the Day. I was so sad that I missed it! But, I especially felt loved when I saw all of the kitties who left me messages, posts, rosettes, stars, special gifts and treats. I wanted to sincerely thank you all for thinking of me on my day in the spotlight.