It's been one week...

Zelda cat has been living with us for one week now. It's been a fluffy, cuddly, bloody adventure so far.

The first day she was home, she was a little shy. She liked to cuddle and be petted, but also liked to hide. At one point, she had disappeared. We looked everywhere! In every closet, drawer, room, under the couch, everywhere we could possibly think of. She finally meowed, and we found her. In the middle of the giant pile of blankets we keep behind the couch. Ugh. It was so adorable I forgot to be upset.

After a few days, I noticed her little chin was pretty red, and was actually bleeding a little bit. Yeah. Zelda was allergic to the cute plastic bowls I had bought. Of course, myself being the queen of sensitive skin, got a cat with skin problems as well. I went out and got her metal bowls, and she is almost completely fine now. Well...her chine anyway.

We figured out pretty quickly that Zelda LOVES the laser pointer. A little too much, actually. She does this adorable thing where she like sprawls her legs out, and crazy crawls after the red dot. Almost exactly like this. Well...after being in the shelter and not moving around or playing much, doing this on our carpet actually almost tore off her little wrist pad. BLOOD EVERYWHERE. And I do mean everywhere. On our bed, the carpet, my clothes, everything. She was bleeding from both feet, but it did not seem to bother her at all. Shawn and I had to hold her down and wrap up her little feet. She was such a trooper, and didn't even wiggle. Taking the bandages off...well...she hated that. A lot. But, her feet are healed up now, and we try not to let her get too crazy with the laser.

Two nights ago, my roommates and I were all hanging out in the living room. Our couch sits in front of the stairs to the loft. Zelda had been being a crazy cat, running around and playing with her toys and stuff. Suddenly, out of nowhere, she runs UPSIDE DOWN up the stairs. Like, on the bottom of the stairs. Oh my god, we were laughing so hard I was pretty much crying. It was by far the funniest thing she has done.

She is settled in nicely. She does wake me up pretty early in the morning, but I don't really care. She's freaking adorable and we love her.

Guess who is home!

Zelda the Cat: Beginnings

Zelda was born in early 2011. Her first owner was a young girl, in her early twenties, a lot like myself. Zelda had a kitty sister named Chloe, who was also surrendered to The Cat House. Zelda came to the shelter with Chloe because their owner's new boyfriend was "allergic". Screw that asshole.

Anyway, my name is Marlana. I am a volunteer at The Cat House every Tuesday afternoon. I clean, feed, and socialize with cats for three hours. My room is Room 5 and "The Vet Room". In those two rooms, there are an ever-changing parade of cats. One Tuesday, there was an empty room. "Zelda and Chloe" the nameplate said. I immediatly had to go find out if Zelda was a male or female (Link is the main character. Zelda is the princess. People piss me off.), but luckily, she was a she. She and her sister were at the vet getting a check up before they could go up for adoption. I thought nothing of it, since my roommate thought he was allergic to cats, so there was no chance. (We later tested this, and found out that he had outgrown it. YES.)

The next few weeks were weird. I fell in love with that stupid cat. She reminded me of my old cat, Booraye, who passed away a few days before my birthday in 2012. Zelda was small, and liked to play, but also loved to cuddle. I waited a few weeks, but she was always there, every Tuesday, meowing and being adorable. I texted the "allergic" roommate, and told him she was perfect. It took an extensive "Cat Agreement" and a bit of convincing (also, stress crying on my part, but he doesn't know that), and he finally told me to go ahead with the paperwork.

At this point in the story, I realize I should explain my living situation. I live in a two story loft apartment in Lincoln. Cats are allowed. I live in the downstairs bedroom with my boyfriend, Shawn, and my friend John lives upstairs. John and I have been friends for years, and I'm pretty sure Shawn considers him his best friend. Now, John wasn't really into the whole cat thing. He likes his things cat hair free, and he doesn't want kitty claws busting his water bed. Part of the Cat Agreement is training Zelda to not venture upstairs.

So, three weeks have gone by. I got a call on Sunday (well, a voicemail) saying we needed to arrange me bringing her home. I tried calling back and sending emails, to no avail. So, hopefully, when I leave volunteer hours at 6 pm tonight, I will be toting a little tabby cat named Zelda home in her new dragon collar.