Thank you all for continuing to read about Zilla's antics. I'll tell a few more memories about him today, but I think this posting will pretty much wrap it up. I don't want to get boring, blathering on and on about "Zilla the Wonder Cat"
You may remember the posting where I mentioned getting Zilla's "Great Escape" on video, only to later accidentally tape over it. One of his quirks was always wanting to go where he shouldn't. His biggest goal was to try to sneak out to the front yard. We would use this to sometimes tease him. Our house is set up to where you can see from the back yard through the French doors and see through the house to the front door. Zilla would often sit outside at the French doors, waiting to be let in, even though he had a cat door of his own that he could go in and out to the back yard as he pleased. Sometimes, when we would see him at the French doors, we would go and open the front door widely, so Zilla could get a good look. His eyes would get big, and he would get all excited and race around through his cat door and try to make it out the front door. Of course, we would always close the door just before he got there, and he would just glare at us and give a big, disgusted huff and walk off. As many times as we would do this he always came racing in, thinking that THIS TIME would be the time that he made it out to the front yard. Such an optimist!
He loved the snow, especially when it was fresh and fluffy. He would go out on the deck and "snow plow" through it, pushing up little snow berms all over the deck. One time he came running in all the way from the back fence through the snow. It was about a foot deep, so he didn't quite see where the edge of the deck was, and he tripped on it and did a huge face-plant and slid about two feet. He got up, shook himself off and gave me one of those "I meant to do that" looks, and walked the rest of the way into the house.
Zilla was my little shadow, where ever I was, he was there. He seemed to know when I was having a bad day or not feeling well, he would crawl up into my lap and start purring like a race car, and it would make me feel better almost instantly. When I would be typing at my computer, he would jump up on my desk and sit just to the left of my keyboard. He would sit patiently for a few minutes, and I would purposely ignore him to see what he would do. He would start huffing, and shifting his weight from side to side, then finally reach out and very gently touch my face with his paw, begging for attention. Of course, I gave it to him in bucket-loads!
Zilla was my once-in-a-lifetime cat, and I thank all you again for reading about him and sharing his memories with me, and keeping him alive through these writings. I will always love him and miss him. I hope these stories of Zilla have brought you a few smiles and I also hope that when you feel it is right and the pain of your loss has eased enough, maybe you will want to share some of your memories of your own fur-kids with us.
Bless you all, Moon Beam, Leejaye, LoveMyMickey, Gretta's Mom and all of you who are here to grieve and heal. I'll check back from time to time to see how you all are doing.
Big Hugs and Warm Thoughts to you all.
Cat Mom
PS Attaching one final picture of Zilla in his deck hammock - instead of "Barcaloungers" I called them "Meowaloungers"