My name is Zeke, pronounced as zeek. I was abandoned with injuries to my back and front leg. There were wounds on my neck too.
My rescuer found me left with my dying sister by the side of a flight of stairs. She sent me to the hospital for treatment. After two weeks in hospital, I was declared well enough to be put up for adoption. My sister didn’t make it.
I was not sure if anyone would want to adopt a haggard, balding old cat with a limp. I didn’t dare think of what my future might be…
I am a house cat now. Adopted at the mature age of 6, I am good at sleeping, grooming, eating, playing ball, sleeping…wait, did I say sleeping again?
With love and TLC, I must say I am looking pretty alright for an old cat. =P
Plus, I was given my own Facebook account. Come, follow me there for thoughts, tips, quotes and more.