Tag: Zazu

  • Zazu – My First Floofy Shadow

    The one who saved me.

    I had just lost my dog Nala, my whole world, only two months before. Her death shattered me, and I truly thought I’d never heal.

    Then one night, my son walked through the door, unzipped his jacket, and whispered, “Mom, do you want him?” Out peeked a tiny ball of black fluff—rescued from a thorn bush. My heart cracked wide open.

    A few days later, the vet told me he was about seven weeks. Counting backwards, that meant he could have been born on my birthday. So now, we share a birthday—another bond that makes him even more my heart.

    We named him Zazu, to keep the Lion King theme alive—Nala (my dog), Simba (my son’s cat), and now Zazu. From that first night, he curled on my chest and licked my chin like he was stitching me back together.

    Now he’s my 14-pound chonk, full of fluff and love, still my shadow, still my heart.

  • Cat Cult at Midnight

    Last night was… quiet. Too quiet.
    Usually, by the time I’m in bed, I’ve got the soundtrack of my life going—Zephyr thundering through the house, Zazu sprinting up the pole, Zuri hissing at someone for breathing wrong. But not this time.

    It was unnerving enough that I pulled up my living room camera to see what was going on.

    Zuri the black cat curled up in the hallway, blocking the entrance to Zephyr’s room.

    There was Zuri, curled up in front of the hallway like a furry bouncer, blocking the entrance to Zephyr’s room—the same room where he stayed for several weeks when he first arrived. It’s his safe space. Zuri won’t go in there herself, but she does like to guard the doorway.

    I got up to investigate. Lights on, a full sweep of Zephyr’s room—nothing. He wasn’t there. Neither was Zazu. I was halfway back to my bedroom when I saw it.

    Zazu and Zephyr perched on top of the kitchen cabinets, staring down.

    There they were. Perched together on top of the kitchen cabinets. Silent. Motionless. Glowing eyes fixed on me. A secret cat meeting? Late-night plotting session? I’ll never know.

    Meanwhile, Zuri was still on hallway patrol, looking very much like someone who didn’t get the invite. I almost felt bad for her—almost—but if she’d stop being such a diva, she might actually get included.

    With these three, silence is never a good sign.