Introducing Zephyr, or Zephie, or Zeph
When we found Zephie under the porch on Sept 9 2001 he did not look like a cat. His ears were not yet formed and he was all alone. My first reaction when I saw him was "what is that?." The day before I had heard faint high-pitch squeaking noises but they did not last long enough to determine where they were coming from, but on this day he would not stop crying. We borrowed a crowbar and pried the boards up one by one until we saw him.
He is one very lucky kitty. His mother was never coming back for him. A few years later I learned that the family down the street had taken her and her litter to the SPCA. And it was hot --- very hot.
Since that day Zeph has morphed from a tiny bulb into a giant of a cat. Our guess is that he is a smoke-grey, Maine Coon. And he looks exactly like his mother who we used to spot napping on the same porch we we found him under.
He is one very lucky kitty. His mother was never coming back for him. A few years later I learned that the family down the street had taken her and her litter to the SPCA. And it was hot --- very hot.
Since that day Zeph has morphed from a tiny bulb into a giant of a cat. Our guess is that he is a smoke-grey, Maine Coon. And he looks exactly like his mother who we used to spot napping on the same porch we we found him under.
