Nothing on Earth is cuter than a seal-point Siamese cat. Period. From his great big bat ears to the tips of his teeny-weeny toes, Zanzibar is, as I often tell him, the cutest cat in the universe. His fur feels like silk and is perfectly colored to show up on both dark and light fabric.
Now I will address this directly - there are some individuals who *may* have claimed in the past that Zanzi is cross-eyed. However, both he and I know that they’re just saying the kind of mean, destructive things that people resort to when they’re horribly jealous of perfection.
Zanzi loves people, but in small doses. In Meyers-Briggs terms, he’s usually an E, but is more of an I when under stress. Like many of us, he is intimidated by a crowd of strangers. He’s been known to bury himself in the underside of a pillowcase for the first few hours of a party and only slink downstairs when things quiet down. But who could fault him for being fashionably late?
On what was the happiest day of his young life (other than when a crazy cat lady shoved him in my arms in the Quincy Station T parking lot), he caught a mouse. I’ve never seen anyone take such pride in his work. Unfortunately, you’re only so useful as you have opportunity to be. And where I live now … no mice.
I’m pretty sure he can’t work an iPhone, so if I ever needed him to dial 911, I’d be out of luck.
But … I hold out hope. Every once in a while, I can convince him to eat a spider for me, though I can tell his heart’s not in it.
Zanzi is *the* most huggable cat I’ve ever come across. He actually prefers to be carried (while purring loudly) and vociferously objects when I don’t pick him up. He sleeps wrapped around my head (my husband says he looks like one of the face-huggers from Aliens) or snuggled up with me like a teddy bear.