The Loss Of My Mighty Zeus

Zeus walked into my life about seven years ago. I was not excited about having a pet of any kind. I knew that I would eventually be the one that was going to take care of it. I hadn’t taken care of a dog or cat in years, and really wasn’t very thrilled about the prospect.

Flash forward to today and I can barely keep the tears in while writing this post. I loved our time together, he brought more joy to my life that I ever thought possible.  So, indulge me a bit here, and I’ll tell you about my mighty Zeus (aka Zeusy).

thecat1Zeus would usually meet me at the door when I got home from work. As kids get older you find this a great source of joy. You feel loved and needed in a very blatant, in-your-face way.


Often times I would run up to the bedroom and flop on the bed. Zeus would hop up and sit on me and then we’d have a little afternoon cat nap.

Being a good craft kitty he would always hang out in my sewing room, at the iron, under my table, on my table anywhere.





Zeus was peculiar, as all cats are. He liked to have his face brushed with an old unused toothbrush. He liked to lick thread that was dangling off my thread spool holder. He only liked to have his head and neck pet, and would let you know if you strayed to far down his back. I was the only one who could rub and pull just the right way, his ears.  Yes, he liked to have his ears pulled. He really liked that. fullsizerender-1Of course he liked to sit in boxes or anything, including oddly the fruit bowl.


He won a company wide pet photo contest with the photo below. He won 50 bucks to PetCo.


He was a curmudgeon, a true grumpy cat but a lovable one.

He loved food. He liked Cheetos and swear to God, lasagna. He was also a big scaredy cat, and was afraid of his own shadow. He got in  a few fights over the years but he was never the aggressor. We would let him go outside but he didn’t roam much, and there were many days and weeks especially in the winter when he wouldn’t bother going out at all. If he went out at night I would be sure to call for him with a shake of the food can and I could see his tubby body bobbing up the street.

I recently got another cat. His name is Milo. Blame it on Instagram but, I saw so many cute pictures of cats commingling together, peacefully that I thought why not, let’s get another cat! Alas, this was not a good relationship. Milo attacked Zeus, sending him to the vet with a big gash on his back.  Boundaries were made, lines were drawn. Zeus had a downstairs bedroom and Milo had mine. Zeus would have the run of the house at night and Milo during the day.

I missed him coming into my room at 3 in the morning and sitting directly on my bladder in order to get me up. I missed him coming into the bathroom as I got ready for work. Zeus’s old habits were immediately disrupted. I don’t think he liked that.

We kept working on getting the two to at least tolerate each other. We followed helpful advice from others who had two cats.  We even put little booties on Milo.

Unfortunately, we didn’t get much more time to get those two to be tolerate each other. Two days before Thanksgiving my husband unbeknownst to me let out Zeus. He forgot to call him in before bed and that was the last time he was seen. We put up signs, we walked the neighborhood, called shelters. We back up to open space, you can drawn you own conclusions.

I can’t stand the thought of something bad happening. So, I tell myself Zeus had enough and first chance he got fled into the night. Crawled into someone’s open garage (which he was want to do) and in the morning surprised a nice cat lady while she was getting in her car to go to work that day. Seeing that the cat didn’t have any tags decided to take him in.  Now he’s sitting on someone else bladder at three in the morning.

And, that’s the ending I’m sticking with. Goodnight Sweet Zeus!



  1. Oh Jilly, you moved me to tears telling what happened. How could anyone forget Zeus with his ample fabric-pressing bottom!? I so enjoyed your memories and the photos you shared: a reminder that our relationships with our pets are all the more special for being short. But I so very much hope that you get him back again and very soon.


  2. Your memories of him will keep in your heart forever. I like your idea that he’s just hanging out with some other kind soul that took him in when it got cold and he’s playing with the lamp cords or some other fun dangling thing. Maybe he’ll return to you someday. One could always hope.


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