Zeus Kitty: in memorium

From the day he was brought home, I knew he would leave his mark. I never knew it would be on the back of my shirt while we were sitting on top of the truck (thats what I got for hanging with a cat that tends to spray).

He was a good friend, and a very happy kitty. Every time you walked in his direction, he would purr as loud as possible.

His way of life was an odd one, he would love to get love and attention all the time, but he would not often want to come in, even in the most horrific of weather. He had made many friends within the neighborhood cats, taking younger ones under his wing.

I shall never forget the first time I found him curled up next to Porch Kitty, whom oddly enough looked much alike. Although they had their issues, they lived together fairly peacefully.

It seemed rather appropriate, the weather today suited the mood. For when I called him for breakfast this morning, He did not come. And now, sadly, He will never be sitting on the porch with Porch Kitty again, sitting and waiting for me to come out to feed them, and then meowing at me when I go to feed them. Nor will he purr at the sight of me walking towards him, in hopes that I will stop to pet him.

Zeus, you will be missed. Will you forever rest in peace.