At first glance, he isn't even cut, even less becoming to look at. He isn't ugly, just well different. But the further you spend time with him, the more you grow to think how beautiful he really is. Despite my asking Dad when I was younger for a cat six years straight, I didn't want one now. I had no intention of getting cat until Kate and I moved out and shared a small home fulfilling our sisterly dreams. Yet, He arrived. I had zero interest in taking him home with me. None. Nada. Zip. I didn't even like him when I first met him. Yet, his skinny self and purring love soon captivated me. I feed him for two weeks using my meager allowance to get a cat carrier, food, and a collar. Dad and Mom gave their approval and the time was set for them to pick him up. In that short time, every morning he greeted me with a meow and curled up on my lap when I had a break from my shift. He'd eat and then watch me perching on a rock as I finished putting out food for the campers. Every evening, I always went in search for him and fed him good night. In return, he'd be there promptly at 6:45 when I'd make my usually appearance the following morning.
When Chris, took him away the following days made me miss him. I could hardly wait to see him again. He so unlike many cats, preferring company to solace. He loves to be cuddly and follows me outside when I work. After four months, the dogs and him are finally getting along. Hopefully they will become friends. I found his name and then promptly dismissed it. Mom suggested it and I decided to try it. The name Zebedee stuck. I named him after the son's of thunder father and frankly thought it fitting. I'm so glad he found me. God certainly knew I need a cat even when I didn't. Now if I can just convince mom to let him go with me when I leave for my new home. So far...it isn't working. My heart isn't the only one that he's captures, seems like everyone in the family taken a shine to him.
