Age: 15 Years Sex: Male Weight: 9 lbs.
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Zeke, Zekester, Zekemeister, The Prophet, Zekie, Zekemonster, Loverboy, Mr. Zeke
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Orange & White Tabby
our bed, tuna, napping, meditating
rude cats, his sister, yogurt, not being allowed outside
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able to totally block out all verbal commands, strong as an ox-we think he lifts weights when we aren't home.
Zeke wandered into our yard and onto my lap early one spring. He was such a loverboy that I thought he must surely belong to someone, so I called the dog warden and the SPCA to see if anyone had reported a cat fitting his description that was missing. No one had. My boyfriend was dead set against adding a 6th cat to our family so I packed him up and took him to the SPCA, thinking he was too sweet not to be adopted. When we arrived, Zeke flipped out and ran up one side of me and down the other. As we were filling out the paperwork, I mentioned that he gives love bites. The SPCA staff immediately said they had to do a bite report for the county and proclaimed him unadoptable for this reason. I was furious and refused to leave him there to be put to sleep because I stupidly admitted he gave me a love bite. I took him home after being warned that the County Health Dept. would be contacting me in 2 weeks to see him and observe whether he was rabid! He would be my responsibility until then. Fine. We came home and I took him to our vet to make sure he did not have leukemia or anything else and we got him his shots. My boyfriend, still determined that we were not keeping another cat (I'm allergic-thank God for Zyrtec) postered the neighborhood with his picture and description. No one called. I found him a foster home with a priest where I work. He was lonely and wanted a pet. By this time, Zeke was spraying everything in the house and driving the other cats crazy with his bursts of energy. I took him back to our vet and we had him neutered. We agreed to set up a trial meeting with the priest, since he never had had a cat, or even a pet, to see how he and Zeke liked one another. Unfortunately, the priest became terminally ill and he died before he ever met Zeke. In the meantime, the County Health Dept. made a home visit to our house and observed Zeke through the screen door and proclaimed he was not rabid. Duh! By now, Zeke and I had been through enough and I was too attached to let him go. I knew then that he was destined for us. After the priest passed away, even my boyfriend had come to love him and he finally agreed that Zeke could stay. I will say that Zeke punished me for almost a year after the neutering by completely avoiding and ignoring me. He slept on top of my boyfriend and would leave a room if I appeared. He kissed up to my boyfriend every chance he got and wormed his way into his heart. Happily, he forgave me after a year and is now my laptop companion whenever I'm on the computer. He still sleeps on top of his Daddy, though.
Zeke has 8 toes on his front feet and 7 on his back feet and they look like catcher's mitts. He seems aware that something is different about his paws and doesn't like it when we touch or examine his paws. We have never attempted to clip his claws as we are convinced it would mean certain death to us. We also would not attempt a bath without Valium, for Zeke and for us. Fortunately, he is the most impeccably clean cat I have ever seen. He has wild moments of affection where he kisses and drools that start and end abruptly. He also has a tendency to stare into mirrors and lightbulbs and cannot be distracted. We assume he is meditating. He is our only cat who does not respond to his name or any verbal commands and at one time we thought he was deaf. He has proven otherwise and is just supremely independent, except when nighttime hits and it's bedtime. Zeke insists on sleeping under the covers every night and buries in between us. He remains there from bedtime until morning, a good 8-9 hours and only occasionally gets up to go potty or get a snack.
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Mittsonian Institute fur the Digitally Enhanced
I've Been On Catster Since:
|August 19th 2004
||More than 12 years!
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November 16th 2004 10:19 pm
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I made a new friend today, another Zeke who is also a polypod like me and who I met on Catster. Being that little Zeke is young, I felt compelled to set a good example and so decided to challenge Eddie tonight for bedspace. I was tired of his arrogance anyhow and his attitude that he is always entitled to sleep in the best spot, under the covers between Mom and Dad. Well, I showed him! I waited until he'd gotten comfortable and had warmed up the spot for me, and then I appeared and stared him down, flexing my massive toes in his face until he conceded defeat and slunk away like the little wimp that he is. I was victorious and claimed my prize, the comfy warm spot under the covers between Mom and Dad. Mom praised and rewarded me with snuggles and cuddles and I purred loudly in acknowledgement. Some things are worth fighting for!
November 14th 2004 9:18 pm
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During Opie's reign, I have been very content as he is a fair and worthy ruler. He can be counted on to settle all disputes in a timely and just manner. I am aware of Eddie's plot to overthrow him and I will not support it as he is a spoiled little brat who gets his way too much of the time. I hope Opie can subdue him, tho, as I am a lover and not a fighter, but if necessary I will rally to Opie's side if he calls for my aid.
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