Dear Zeus was 18 or 19 years old. He loved being a loner. When his “partner” died, he totally relaxed and was King of the Hill.
He had a cat perch which allowed him to view all the birds who attended our bird feeder. He would do his Hannibal Lecter noises and wiggle his bottom when they came to the feeder, which was so amusing.
Zeus would lower my husband’s blood pressure when he would sit on his chest and stare deeply into his eyes while my poor Jack tried to watch TV. He loved to cuddle… until those last few days.
I am 70 years old and my husband is 74… we will not adopt any more cats. A kitten is a 20 year commitment and we may not be able to commit for that long.
From: Lori Poulson
Madison, WI