I cannot believe the little fluff ball is an adult! He never seemed to mature from a kitten mentally, as you can probably tell from the photos of him that are published here. He was born of two feral Maine Coons. He took up residence in a flower pot on a neighbour’s front porch. His original name was “Mop”. They did not want him. I did not want a sixth cat either at the time, but I took him anyway. He was so cute and small! “I won’t take up much room,” he said. “I don’t eat much!”
He won me over. I am glad I took him in. Instead of one of six–the bottom of the barrel, he is now one of three. He is afraid to go outside. He is afraid he won’t be able to get back in, I think. In ten years he has only been outside to go to the vet! When I began blogging about ten years ago, he was my blog star, and my personal “avatar” or “gravatar”, which he has remained to this day. Happy Birthday Zeke (10 years)! May you have many more! ❤️️❤️️❤️️
