Oh my little Zoey. He is my baby. He spends alot
of time on the computer with me assisting me with the mouse.
Zoey was adopted in June of 1995 during a Jaycee Project.
A farmer pulled up to the lot that we were vending and had a tunk full of kittens. He threated that he was going to
take them to the river and drown them unless we could take them. Well, of course we would take them and find homes.
Zoey was the runt of the litter and we didn't find a home for
him, so I ended up taking him home. (Remember, I already had Oreo at the time.) He was a sick little bugger and
couldn't have been more than a month old. From head to tail he fit in my hand. I even have one of his baby teeth
that he broke off when he tried hanging himself with his collar. (As you see he no longer wears a collar. He is
chipped so if he does get outside they can get him home.)
Well, Zoey has been my furbaby since and as you can see he is
no longer the runt of the litter.
Zoey enjoys playing with his rabbit fur mice and feathers.
He also likes sitting in the windows and watching the birds and squirrels. It is funny when a squirrel climbs on the
screen and Zoey is in that window. Who is going to end up where?! He also loves his 'dirty kitty' - a fleece
cat pillow. That goes with him everywhere.
Yep.....he is spoiled!
Ok, now you are wondering why is a male cat named Zoey.
Well, it started out as Joey as he jumped around like a little Joey kangaroo. It was that until there was a typo on
a his rabies vaccination certificate and I didn't notice it until it was sent into the city. Such a process to change
the "Z" to a "J" so I said forget it and forever he has been known as Zoey.