Wednesday, October 26, 2005

Tribute

Never before have I had the opportunity to be responsible for a living being throughout its entire life cycle. On May 14, 2001, four little balls of fur came into my world, and around 1:15am on October 25, 2005, one of those little furballs left it. Zorro, we already miss you.

Who could have guessed that a long-haired orange-stripy momma and a short-haired gray-stripy dad could have such a varied bunch of kittens? So named for the black patch across her little calico face, Zorro was never much for swordplay or saving Southern California, but she did enjoy some of the finer things.

Drinking water out of the bathroom faucet, making daring jumps from any height, cuddling with her sisters and momma, getting drunk on catnip, and helping with yarn control were just a few.

My mom always said that if she had been permitted to have one of the four kittens (never mind what Dad would say, it’s Midget who would have had the problem), she would have chosen Zorro, only Mom would have called her Phantom instead.
But Zorro has been Grandpa’s girl from the very beginning.

Once I tried to write everyone’s name on the refrigerator with those little plastic magnet letters. Even with two sets, by the time I got to Zorro’s name, all the R’s had been used, and the closest look-a-likes left were some B’s. From then on, Zobbo was an oft-used nickname.

When we lived in the house in Northern Kentucky, Zorro loved going outside to play in the fenced-in yard. She loved to run around chasing butterflies and moths, sniff all the fun things in the garden, lounge on the deck, and jump from the deck to the grass to chase her sisters and Sam.

Tuesday, Zorro joined her dad and her adopted little brother in that big catnip patch in the sky. Rest well, little Zobbo. You will forever be missed.


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On a happier note, some good things have happened in the last couple of days. First, I promised you a sock.


But I can do better than that. See? The kids socks for my class are DONE!!! I can take them in Wednesday night for display when I go in for the second half of my nappy bag class.

Speaking of the nappy bag class, does it amuse anyone else that I've already finished making one? It's totally killing me not to show you, because it is WICKED cool. I'm eager to show you the one I'll make Wednesday night, though I'm quite sure it won't get finished Wednesday night. I'm going to do a couple of things pre-class, but not too much. And the first one took a few hours on two different nights, so... we'll see.

Monday's mail rocked! I got birthday present #1 from Brenda: a black long-sleeved t-shirt with gray skulls on it! Happy Halloween! I also got
this. I love love love this shawl. Now all I have to do is find just the right yarn. Any suggestions?

Oh, and for those of you in the know, the other girls are doing just fine. Their current favorite cuddle spot is in the corner of the living room between the piano and the DVD shelf. They're both looking for attention and extra food. Maybe it's just me, but it helps to indulge them, especially right now. This is the first time in four and a half years that I've had less than three kitties.

4 comments:

Brenda said...

Wasn't Zobbo the one who always looked like she was going to fall off the deck instead of jump? It scared me every time. But she always made it work.

I think that her catnip patch of heaven will also have some unfinished knitting for playtime and a small box for naptime.

We love you Zobbo.

Stephanie said...

I have a cat that looks alot like Zobbo. I am sorry she has gone to catnip heaven. I hope you and your other cats will be okay. She was young, poor thing! Mine is 15. I love those socks! I love the yarn - absolutely love it!

evelyn said...

I am very sorry for your loss. But I really like your socks. That probably doesn't make you feel better. But it's true.

evelyn said...

I am very sorry for your loss. But I really like your socks. That probably doesn't make you feel better. But it's true.