I hate doing this again, but
Zak of the Tuxedo Jammies is still in need of a home. I'm going to be homeless on Sunday, which, as I've said, is fine until I get a new job. However, it's not fine for Zak. He needs a stable home, and I am heartbroken to admit that I can't be it.
I got Zakarias Warburton from the kill shelter when I was desperately lonely and in need of a friend. He is sweet and mellow and frequently fails to make low-level leaps onto tricky surfaces, like card tables. If you cannot help but occasionally plop your face into a warm kitty belly, he will not mind. He is given to nuzzling his head under your hand for pets. He likes to sit outside the shower and wait for you, just in case. Thoughts migrate but rarely across the furry veldt of his mind, usually taking him by surprise. Case in point:
Zak is startled to discover that the socked foot he has been boxing is attached to a HUMAN HEAD!!
He has an abject love of toilets.
He has been a wonderful buddy. The only thing that would make this alright is to know that someone has taken him who also needs a buddy. He would love that. And so would I. If you have the room and inclination, or know someone else who might, please please let me know.
Thanks for your patience with these requests.