Welcome!

After enjoying reading everyone else's blogs, I decided that we need to start our own so we can join in the fun. Mommy didn't know how but I told her I would figure it out. I'm Zoey. I'm a thirteen year-old black tuxedo kitty. I'm really cute. I've been with my mommy since I was about eight weeks old. She adopted me from a nice woman who rescued my birth mommy when her parents abandoned her when she was pregnant with me and biological brothers.

I had an older brother McKenzie that mommy adopted from the shelter. He hissed at me alot and wouldn't share the bed with me unless mommy was gone on vacation. He got really jealous too when mommy would pay attention to me and not him. McKenzie got sick a few months ago and the vet couldn't help him. He went to the bridge. Mommy misses him a lot and still cries when she remembers him. I miss him too, even though he wasn't always nice to me.

Mommy thought I was going to go the bridge too because I got real sick from the stupid cat food. Mommy had to give me pills that I didn't like and an IV on a regular basis. The IV was okay because mommy would comb me and pet me while I was getting my fluids. Daddy gave them to me too. I used to gobble up anything mommy would put down and help myself to things she didn't, but now I'm really picky about what I'll eat. Boy am I tired of this no wheat diet! When are they going to make safe wheat foods again? Mommy keeps feeding me fish and I don't like it (except the real kind).

Mommy got mad a few weeks ago because the newspaper interviewed her about me getting sick (I'm a star!). The reporter told everybody I went to the bridge. Silly reporter! The vet called all worried when the article came out and mommy had to tell her I was okay. The vet reported my case to the authorities and mommy reported it to the food company. She says that she wants them to make better laws to protect us.

Well back to the family, mommy finally married daddy about two years ago. He says that he was drugged. He's joking, sort of. He was really sick so they decided to get married faster than they had planned. He was still on antibiotics and had only just gotten out of the hospital a few days before they got married, so I guess he really was "drug" to the altar, well as much of an altar as there is on the ice rink at the hockey game. He he! They laugh about it alot and are very thankful that daddy's okay. Despite the rush and the non-traditional wedding, I know that daddy's happy he married mommy and mommy's happy she married daddy. Personally, I thought she was never going to get married; my grandma and grandpa did too! I like Daddy alot. He treats me really nice and he treats mommy really good too.

Mommy thought I was lonely so she brought home four "foster" kitties a couple of weeks ago to care for them for a local rescue charity. Thank goodness they aren't all staying. I think they're a bunch of pests, but mommy and daddy seem to like them a lot even though they are into everything. Mommy and daddy have to tell them "no" a ton of times a day when they get into things that they shouldn't. They are little gray balls of energy. Mommy says that they look like me except they are gray. I don't see it. They keep coming up to me and getting in my face and playing with my tail. I get fed up and tell them to go away. So far they listen. I've taught them to hiss at one another. It's actually kind of funny.

(from left to right: Chewbacca, Jack, Jean Gray and Smoke)

Chewbacca is the biggest of them, mostly because she has a lot of fur. They called her Heely when they brought her home because she has little gray patches on her heels. Daddy named her Chewbacca because of all her fur. Mommy says it's because she chews everything she can get to.
Then there's Jack. He went to his forever home today. He's lucky because auntie Michele adopted him. She'll spoil him completely. He's getting a new brother, Gus, so now they are Gus and Jack like on Cinderella (auntie Michele's favorite movie). Jack was the worst of the four. He was so hyper and used to jump all over all the other kitties. He played really rough and they would cry. He'll be a good match for Gus, who's really mean too. But, auntie Michele says he's a lover. I don't know what she's thinking. He's a fighter, not a lover. Auntie Michele is really worried about Gus. He's doesn't like his food anymore and has gotten really picky. She's worried that he's getting sick so we are all praying that he's okay.

As for the kittens, next there's Jean Gray. They had been calling her "gray" when she first came home because she had a gray chin and Jack had a white chin. After calling her Gray for a while, daddy started calling her Jean Gray after the X-men character and it stuck. She's cuddly. She likes to be near mommy and daddy and cries if she gets left behind when the others leave the room. She needs someone who needs a good companion.

Finally there's Smoke, named after mommy's favorite race car driver Tony "Smoke" Stewart. I think she calls him Smoke because he gets around so fast like last night when he darted under her feet when she was trying to feed him.

Mommy says that Chewie and Smoke are staying here as my new brother and sister. I guess I'm okay with that as long as they give me my distance. I'm even willing to let them be around me now. Mommy says that Jean Gray's going to be going to a new forever home as soon as they find a good one. I wouldn't tell her this, but she really deserves one. She's a good kitty.