'Cuz I'm A Blonde!


Zero Underfoot was born in April, 2003. He is now a strapping lad who weighs in at over 13 pounds. He is living proof that a cat has a brain the size of a walnut.

Zero Thinks He is a Gargoyle.

I have never seen a cat who rests in such strange positions as this fellow does. He likes to hang his front legs off the chair or mantel or bookshelf. Another pose is to lie down with the front legs splayed out. He looks like he was dropped from a great height when he does that. His hobbies are: darting out the front door, racing up the tree next door, wrestling with Castor, rattling the blinds next to the bed at 5:30 AM, being a general pain in the ass, and sleeping. I don't see him eat very much, but he must eat when I am not looking, because he's so big and muscular.

He came from the Oakland East Bay SPCA. Kitten season runs from late March to early June, so go get a kitten! Make sure to keep and love that kitten its entire life, because old cats are really great, too. Better yet, just go straight to getting an old cat. I had no clue what a pain in the ass a kitten can be, with the leg climbing and the curtain climbing and the drag racing. Old cats don't do that. They're like grownups. They are happy with some TV and a nice back massage.

I took him (and Castor) in as kittens, so they would grow up with the rabbit and not eat him. So far, so good. No Dining incidents have happened.


Zero as a baby		 Z's markings are interesting. He does not have stripes, he has swirls. On his right side, the swirls say "TOy". He has white boots, a white snoot, a white tummy, and a microchip. Because he was neutered so young, he does not meow, he squeaks in a falsetto. You can faintly make out the letters on his side in the kitten picture to the left. He really was tiny when I got him.