The Woes of a Catlady

An off topic post for today, as I am currently mourning the disappearance of my beloved, oldest kitty, Zakk. Moving house with four cats was always going to be tricky: new smells, new territory to establish, new rivals.

The first outings of the kitty gang was revealing in terms of individual personalities. The “under-dog” Lita, was the first to venture outside, doing a quick lap around the perimeter, then spend ample time peering over fences in to the neighbouring properties. She quickly established a system of roof-top/fence-top shortcuts and made her self at home.

Two days later the Alpha-male, Zakk and his highly strung personal secretary and hygiene assistant, Kranky emerged. Zakk had the first lap of the back yard, while Krank mimicked him a few feet behind and Lita watched from the garage roof. Both Zakk and PA returned to the safety of the bedroom for the rest of the day.


Angus, the dumb but loveable oaf, remained hidden under the blankets at the foot of the bed for several more days, coming out in the dead of night to eat and use the litter tray. Eventually he ventured out, only to become frightened and hide under the house for a day and a night.

Each cat gradually adopted a new routine, Lita slowly coaxed her playmate, Angus, back into play fighting and found a new hobby in skidding on the wood floor. Zakk returned to his usual habit of exploring far and wide, only returning once or twice each day for food and an ear scratch. Angus resumed dinner table scavenging. Krank continued cleaning Zakk’s ears and butt – a duty that she has taken very seriously since she was a 5 week old kitten.


Then Zakk stopped coming home. The last time I saw him, he was trying to eat while Krank held his head and jammed her tongue in his ear – his usual dinnertime routine. Angus sat nearby waiting his turn, while Lita, knowing her place in the pecking order, hid in the pantry. It’s been 5 days now, and he has not returned. It’s possible he’s decided to head back to our old place, but knowing Zakk, I think it’s more likely that he’s found himself a new human pet. One with a quieter house and a comfier sofa. He has a well documented history of making himself welcome in the homes of strangers and I have long suspected that he had another family in our old town. I’ve put posters up and contacted the local shelter, but I’m not getting my hopes up – I just hope wherever he his, he’s safe and warm and has a fully belly.



5 thoughts on “The Woes of a Catlady

    1. jennysangster Post author

      Thanks Kate, it’s a tough gig for Kranky, she’s a nervous wreak at the best of times, but even more so now. She’s even taken to meowing at the children for attention, instead of running in terror from them. On Monday, I startled her so badly that she vomited. Her OCD seems to have resolved her the moment though, previously she couldn’t eat breakfast until she had licked Husband’s left knee. If she was people, she would be in some kind of lock-down facility.

  1. Patricia Wren

    Been a few more days now, has Zakk returned yet? Is it far to the old house? Maybe he just had enough of Kranky’s attentions? Both my cats came to me as adults, leaving someone else’s offerings for mine… and I live out in the country, on acreage, with houses not exactly cheek-by-jowl. Cats can sometimes have large roaming territories.

    1. jennysangster Post author

      Hi Patricia, unfortunately, Zakk is still missing. No sign of him near the old house yet. No doubt he’s living large with some doting granny, getting fatter than Garfield.

      1. Patricia Wren

        Well, there’s always hope… we hear about cats and dogs turning up at the old home far from the new one, so maybe he’s working on being one of those– if he can tear himself away from that granny, that is…

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