so he hadn’t eaten all day – no kibble/wet food/treats/cat milk. i’ve never known Zeke to turn down a morsel of food in my life, and he was just so listless, and hiding under the bed 
i ring up to make an appointment with the vet for tomorrow, and they’re booked for tomorrow but have an opening for tonight. I figure it’s best not to let this go over the weekend, and take the slot.
we take him there in his crate. the vet pokes and prods him, checks his eyes, mouth, nose, ears, temperature, gait, belly, everything. says if we didn’t tell him he was ill, he would never know it. says we can do some more tests, or wait and see if he feels better. we go home, £30 lighter.
walk in the door, try to give him some food – and MIRACLE OF MIRACLES…. he’s suddenly eating.
the moral of the story: Zeke is a drama queen.
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zeke
ezekiel
zekey
zizi
zekelino
bubba
buddy
pipsqueak
dingleberry
fuzzbucket
twinkletoes
prancer
frog-stomper
teh kitteh
furry feline friend
peeping tom
…and on sunday mornings at 5:30am, an especially heartfelt “for-the-love-of-all-that-is-holy-and-good-shuddup-already!!!”
lucky for him he’s pretty cute.
]]>he spent his entire lunch hour looking at cats in halloween costumes. (he’s convinced we’re going to get zeke into a pumpkin outfit!)
here are a few classic maru videos.
zeke also likes to hop into the recycling container
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or any empty box
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and hide under the covers.
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he’s not as cute as maru though 
Like this postjonno: “would you like to be a punk, zeke?”
zeke: *meow*
(i swear to god, they actually do “talk” to each other. funniest thing i’ve ever seen.)
]]>he’s still alive and mewling at me as i type. i can only conclude that i must love this cat something awful.
]]>pauses for a split second, shakes his head, and tears back out of the room.
]]>zeke is officially on the matrix.
this is how he consoles himself after the indignity of being poked, prodded, vaccinated and microchipped – by incessantly licking the space where his jumblies used to be.
today, i made myself some smoked salmon on a bagel. he was sitting next to me, sniffing, sniffing, sniffing… and i thought i’d take a photo.
apparently the temptation was just a little *too* much, the bagel just a little *too* close…
the reason this picture is so blurry is that before i had a chance to focus, he reached out and nipped the salmon off the bagel, and i found myself screaming, dropping my camera and chasing him as he dashed across the kitchen and dove under the living room chair with his delectable fishy bounty.
cheeky bugger… but i have only myself to blame!
]]>i feed zeke, i take him to the vet, i take care of the litter, i buy him toys.
and so it’s only fitting that it should be jonno that zeke mews piteously for every time he walks out the door, jonno he follows slavishly from room to room. only fitting that it’s jonno he curls up with on the bed, jonno he plays with endlessly, jonno whose lap he climbs into in the evenings.
i hate to admit it but it’s true: my cat has made me jealous of my husband.
]]>jonno has taken to performing the “cat bagpipes” several times a day
(not the best example, as zeke is shy about performing on camera…)
]]>- 4 boxes premium cat litter (unavailable in regular pet stores)
- a new litter box
- a laser pointer toy
- a radiator bed for our bedroom (he already has one in the lounge)
y’know, when i write it all out like that, it *does* seem a little ridiculous…
though to be fair, the laser pointer is probably more for our entertainment than his
]]>::jonno takes a shower:: *meow*
::jen leaves for work in the morning:: *meow*
i think we’ve given poor zeke serious abandonment issues.
]]>me: (unimpressed) oh he did, did he…
j: now he is using toilet paper…
me: (shoots him a puzzled look) toilet paper???
j: … a.k.a. *his tongue*
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yes, zeke has taken to curling up in cardboard boxes like a common hobo-cat… and yes, he has his own stocking
LITTLE tree
little silent Christmas tree
you are so little
you are more like a flower
who found you in the green forest
and were you very sorry to come away?
see i will comfort you
because you smell so sweetly
i will kiss your cool bark
and hug you safe and tight
just as your mother would,
only don’t be afraid
look the spangles
that sleep all the year in a dark box
dreaming of being taken out and allowed to shine,
the balls the chains red and gold the fluffy threads,
put up your little arms
and i’ll give them all to you to hold
every finger shall have its ring
and there won’t be a single place dark or unhappy
then when you’re quite dressed
you’ll stand in the window for everyone to see
and how they’ll stare!
oh but you’ll be very proud
and my little sister and i will take hands
and looking up at our beautiful tree
we’ll dance and sing
“Noel Noel”
“little tree” – e.e. cummings
the night before christmas (by clement clarke moore, read by harry humphrey)
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