akira
b: 1992 -- d: 2000
Akira
Helen and Bill wanted a friend to keep Skye company, and when they saw a classified ad in the Guelph Mercury for Akira, they had to have him. Unfortunately he wasn't in their lives very long, but they loved him deeply.
Skye
Helen jokes that she had Skye before she had Bill. She adopted Skye when he was 6 months old and he was with them until he was the ripe age of 18.
Jack
I was nervous of them at first, but now I'm so comfortable living with Helen and Bill. They feed me and love me, eventually I'll go on their laps.
Keemone
The Zebedees didn't adopt me, I picked them. There are no regrets about my decision
Sakura
Helen once said to Bill, "we're going to have a cat for every bedroom we have". Bill thought it was a joke. It wasn't!
Akira
In my previous life, before I came into Helen and Bill's lives, I was called Homer by one of my previous humans, but I didn't like that name, so when my second human adopted me I became Akira.
I understand that Akira comes from something called Japanese Anime.
When my second human realized that her new cat didn't like me, she put my details in the classified ads of the Guelph Mercury, which is how I was introduced to the Zebedees.
One August afternoon they came to my place on Kent Street, in Guelph and took me to my new life. I loved it.
They introduced me to Skye, a young cat who did not treat me like the previous human's cat had. As a matter of fact, Skye and I played so much that I quickly lost weight and became health again.
I lived with Skye in Helen's apartment on Forest Hill Drive for only a couple of short months. I don't know what got into my mind, but one day I decided to jump off of the balcony and I wondered the streets for two days before returning to my worried humans. They were so happy to see me I didn't think they'd ever let me go.
We moved to Bill's apartment on College Ave, only a short distance way, where we lived for a couple more months before moving to the Matrix Centre on Woolwich Street. We lived there for a couple of years before we moved, again, to Royal City Housing Cooperative.
Loved that place. Bill had attached a plastic chicken wire material to the balcony, which meant Skye and I had free access to the great outdoors 24/7. It was wonderful, until one day I began to feel odd.
Helen and Bill noticed immediately that I was acting sick and took me to the vet, who diagnosed me with colon cancer. The doctor gave the Zebedees the option of having the cancer removed from my body, but they realized that my quality of life would not have improved, and it would have only given me a couple more months; so they took me back home.
It was there, three days later, stoned on catnip, that I died in Helen's arms.
It was a very sad day for me, especially when I saw how much my leaving affected the two humans who provided so much love to me.
I know that I am missed very much!
KiaOra
As you can see, I don't like it here. This couch is too uncomfortable and the other cats are too mean to me.
Nekodé
Apparently, before Helen and Bill came to the Guelph SPCA to take me home, I hadn't really liked being touched, but I liked them and I allowed them to touch me.
Lucky
Unlike Jack, I was not nervouse when I arrived at the purple house. My breed is affectionate and I love laps. Explored the house a bit, then slept on Bill's lap for a few hours.