Zimby enjoys lounging around wrapped up in a blanket in her spare time.
It has come to my attention that my beautiful little Zimby is spoiled. Rotten. At Christmas she has a stocking full of presents, she gets toys during her birthday week, she has a million plushy beds even though she sleeps with me every night, and when I have to leave for more than a few hours, I leave a detailed list of her every need for my roommates. Maybe I take it a bit overboard, but she's basically my child.
A little back-story. September of 2012, I was just looking around at kitties. I wasn't very serious about getting one, I just love looking at kittens. Who doesn't?! I came across one ad that really hit home with me. A box full of 7 kittens had been found. There was no mommy cat, and the box was left outside of an apartment complex. The woman who found the box gave half of the kittens to her neighbor to help find them homes as quickly as possible. Based on their teeth and size, she said they looked to be around 6 weeks old. I saw a picture of one little kitten with a black smudge on her nose and had to have her. I took her to the vet as soon as I got her. They said she was pretty small for a 6 week old, but she was doing all the things a 6 week old kitten does, and had the appropriate teeth. That's why she has a birthday week instead of day.
6 week old Zimby, the first day she came home
10 week old Zimby. Oh so little.