Wednesday, January 05, 2011

no longer ours.

From tonight onwards, Zoey is no longer ours.

Hubby first got Zoey when she was just a little kitten. About 2-3 months old I believe, back in June 2006. She is a result of an 'accident' that happened between two show cats; one Persian, the other Himalayan. She has luscious gray fur, and as a kitten it looked almost blue-ish.

When we first booked her via a friend, there was no way of telling what sex she was, so we opted for the name Kenzo. Why Kenzo? Coz my Sayang had a thing for Kenzo's Pour Homme perfume. He said that we would call the kitten Kenny if its male. You can't believe my relief when Kenzo turned out to be female! Kenny is so e-yew!

The kitten Zoey was playful. She liked playing with anything that moves haha. And naughty too; once I had to take care of Hubs' house when the family was away (hubs went for his Subway training in Australia and his parents were mostly in Indonesia at that time), and I would come to the house every two days greeted by Zoey's poop. Every single time. Its not that she doesn't know where the potty is - she hated being left alone with no one to attend to her. So she rebelled. I'd get so upset, but I knew that she's stressed out, and in the end I'd just be sorry for not being able to do much.

But as she got older, she's more... hmm... solitary. She's manja, but only when she wants to be. If she's not up to a tummy rub, she'd just ignore you. But if she wants someone to play with her or rub her to sleep, she would come to you and get on your tummy (if you're lying down) or on your lap.

We could always trust her to not wander too far and come back home in the end. She's not much of an explorer, that Zoey. Oh but she does like to occasionally drop 'gifts' for us. It started of with dry leaves. She'd purr to us to get our attention, and when we go to her, she'd drop one in front of our feet. And then she graduated to house lizards - at one time, it was still alive! Thank goodness she didn't bring us any rat!

She's not great with other cats. I don't know if its a Persian thing or if there's any reason to it, but if Zoey sees another feline, she would get defensive and/or run away from the cat. It'll take a while for her to adapt, and when she does, she'd take the 'i-don't-bother-you-so-you-don't-bother-me' approach. And she is scared of little toddlers too! Well this is understandable, of course... Kids that age tend to treat cats as they would their teddy bears or other toys.

So many other things I could write about Zoey. About how she likes to be rubbed between her eyes gently as a way to lull her to sleep. How she gave us tiny massages on our tummy when she's finding the perfect location to land herself and nap. And how she slides on the floor and sometimes can't stop immediately after running coz the fur on her paws are too long! Oh gosh I'm so going to miss that.

We had to give her up. She wasn't being treated fairly, and she wasn't getting the same attention as before. On our part, when Hamzah came into the picture, we couldn't allow her to enter our room anymore coz we didn't want Hamzah to develop any allergies. There were other factors as well that I don't want to mention, changes that she couldn't adapt to... and so she started rebelling. Hub's mom isn't too keen about having her around anymore, and so... :(

But Zoey's new family are wonderful, Alhamdullilah. The three children adore cats, and quite responsible. The mother seemed like a nice person too - she even told us that we're more than welcomed if we want to give Zoey a visit. So Insya Allah... Zoey will be very well taken care of.

But still... the idea of not seeing her everyday made me cry. I mean... 5 years. She's family to me and Hubs. But now she is someone else's family member... and that just tears me apart.

But we know its for the best.

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