Zip is punctual. Around 4 p.m., I go out to the chair for an afternoon blogging break. I like to watch the birds in the marsh, and Zip always appears. Today, he stuck his head out of a chipmunk hole (it had a lot of dirt), jumped up on my lap, and went to sleep. I wiped off his head and stroked his fur (I’ve finally brushed it shiny and clean.)
He stayed curled up like that for about 20 minutes, put his head in my head for some scratching, and then the chipmunk popped out of her hole—I suspect she was taunting him—and squeaked. Zip was off like a shot (no log this time) and went after her. I had to go; I had more writing to do.
I love how Zip has wound himself into your life.
Isn’t that so? Before, he had cats but they were just “there”. He was concerned about their health and old age but that was about it. Zip’s different. He wrapped himself around Jon’s heart in a big way. We’ve all fallen in love with Zip as well and look forward to the “Zip report” every day.
Yes, Zip is quite the character!