Posted: Sep 28, 2017
October 12, 2000-September 20, 2017
I picked up Zeus and Zulu when they were 6 weeks old. The mom had a litter of 6 kittens and all but the two black and white ones were already spoken for. Originally I was only to get one kitten, but I couldn’t very well leave one behind, so I picked up the little balls of fur, stuffed them in my jacket and took them home. Zulu was always the more dominant of the two and she definitely bossed her brother around and figured she owned the house! At about age 6, I noticed one day that she was very lethargic, so I called my friend, who happened to be a vet tech, in a panic asking if I could bring her in for an assessment. As it turns out, she was diagnosed with CRF (chronic renal failure) and the prognosis was not good. Zulu was given anywhere from 2-6 months. Well, talk about a cat having nine lives (or more in her case) and fast forward more than 10 years later, she was still around. A combination of lots of love, medication and subcutaneous fluids made her a bit of a “miracle” cat. I’m not certain who dreaded the weekly routine more, my husband and I or Zulu, but she seemed to know it was for the best, and generally forgave us within ½ hour, taking her place on my chest and purring up a storm. We knew eventually it would catch up with her, which it did in September 2017. After all those years, it was time to say goodbye, in my husband’s words, “she was a fighter”. She will be dearly missed for all of the joy and laughter she brought into our lives.