Zenobia was another foundling kitten. She turned up in my garage in late September, 2004, when she was only about five weeks old, crying, hungry, and with no mother in sight. I fed her, and when her mother didn't reappear in a few hours, took her in as she was much too young to fend for herself. She drank kitten formula voraciously for a couple of weeks while experimenting with solid food, then pronounced herself weaned.

She has grown up to be a thoroughly nice cat, lively and playful, and very affectionate. Zenobia gets along well with the rest of the gang, playing with the younger set and curling up with some of the older ones. She seems especially attached to Ancalagon, whom she strongly resembles. Since they're both local strays there is a good chance they're related, but I have no way of knowing how closely.

Zenobia's favorite hobby is dragging the dishcloth from the kitchen into the bedroom, usually leaving it on the bed. I have no idea why this is so important to her, but she does it almost every night, and in the day while I'm at work.