Meet Zeus (aka The Kitten Formerly Known as Temp Cat)

Temp Cat has now been formally named: His name is Zeus. As it happens, this was the name Krissy had been thinking of all along. She was momentarily swayed by the idea of formally calling Temp Cat Temp Cat, but Athena preferred the name Zeus, on account of the mythological Zeus’ relationship to the mythological Athena, and it’s hard to argue with that, especially when it comes from an obstinate nine-year-old. Zeus it is.

Zeus has thus far lived up to his name not by hurling thunderbolts but by watching us all from on high, “on high” in this case being a ledge above the kitchen cupboards. This is a lifestyle choice which annoys Krissy and which will no doubt be trained out of the kitten by judicious use of a squirt bottle. But in the meantime he does seem to enjoy his Olympian vantage.

Since Zeus was a name Krissy had already had in mind, technically there is no winner to the Official Name Temp Cat Contest. Nevertheless, I thought it worth checking to see if anyone among the 390+ entries had come up with the name “Zeus,” and as it so happens, someone did: the commenter under the nom de plume of “A Rusty Butter Knife” did so at comment #243. Way to be psychic, ARBK! If you will be so kind as to send me an e-mail from the address you have on your comment, we’ll get to work on getting you your prize.

As for everyone else, I thank you for your participation. Zeus thanks you too, I’m sure.

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  1. Yeah, but aren’t you just going to end up writing “Veus” on all the vet forms and everything, anyway….

    I kid, obviously. It’s a fine name for a cat.

  2. Let me know how that squirt bottle works. My cat ignores a direct stream to the back of the head when I find him on the table. Only repeated blasts to the face can annoy him enough to make him get up and move.

  3. Good name. My long time childhood cat was named Zeus. I rescued him as a kitten from a storm sewer. Scrawny, bony, and starving, stinking of garbage and bleeding from a wound on his neck. It was obviously love at first sight. He turned into a beuatiful leonine long haired cat. I swear he had a mane like a lion, and the most amazing amber eyes. He was diagnosed with FIV about a year after we decided to keep him (and after the vet certified him healthy), but he lived for over 10 years after the diagnosis, and one couldn’t ask for a better cat.

    Hope your experience with your Zeus is as good as mine was.

  4. Hmm… He always struck me as a Hermes type, but maybe it’s the whole Zeus-Hermes bloodline thing. I mean look at him. Doesn’t he look like the type who’d sneak out of his crib and eat his brother’s cows?

  5. In leu of the joke JustAnotherJohn stole from me…

    So does that mean your cat will fight in an epic battle with Kratos, for the fate of all Olympus?! Urgh, I need to get out more.

  6. For Krissy:

    To cure cats from jumping up on ledges, counters, what-have-you: place cookie sheets atop the forbidden surface, such that about 2 inches of cookie sheet hangs over the edge.

    Cat jumps up on counter. Cat lands on edge of cookie sheet. Cookie sheet flips up and dumps cat (harmlessly) on the floor. Cookie sheet follows cat to the floor, where it clatters on the linoleum in a manner guaranteed to terrify cats. Cat flees the scene at a high rate of speed.

    I’ve never had a cat try the counter a second time.

  7. If you don’t like the clattering of cookie sheets, try lining the shelf with aluminum foil. Claws on foil are allegedly the cat equivalent of fingernails on chalkboard.

  8. Look on the bright side – as long as the cat stays above the cabinets you won’t need to dust there.

    Simply vacuum the cat now and then.

  9. changterhune – Before you hear lies from Chang Terhune himself, we thought we’d tell you the truth: without us, his old action figures, he’d be nowhere. He loved science fiction from way back and began reading it at an early age, but it was through us that he acted it all out. That’s what led to the writing. He watched a lot of science fiction shows like Star Trek, U.F.O, and movies, too. But we were always there to do his bidding. And it’s like they say: you always forget about the little people on your way up. Oh, the 70’s and early 80’s with him were good times! He’d use these blocks and make all the crazy buildings for us to be in his stories. I gotta say the kid’s imagination was pretty damn fertile. Oh, he had friends, but they just weren’t into it like him. He was like the Lance Armstrong of action figures. And of science fiction. At first, when he began writing in the eighth grade, we didn’t mind. He still made time for us. And we knew that when he was holding us in his sweaty little hands and he got that far off look in his eye, he’d come back to burying us in the back yard or - god forbid! – blowing us up with firecrackers. But it was worth it for a part in one of those stories. We loved him for it. He kept us around even when we were minus a leg or two - or even a head. In that mind of his, he found a use for all of us. Then he discovered girls. October, 1986. It was like the end of the world. One day we’re standing in the middle of this building block creation he’d pretended was some marble city on a planet near Alpha Centauri and the next we were stuck in a box in the closet. Not even a “See ya later!” Nope, it was into the closet, then we heard some high-pitched girly-giggles then silence. We didn’t see him for years. We got word about him once in a while. Heard he took up writing, but it was crap like “The Breakfast Club” only with better music. We couldn’t believe it. Not Charlie. What happened to those aliens with heads he’d sculpted out of wax? Spaceships? Those complex plots? All gone. For what? You guessed it: Girls. Emotions. “Serious fiction.” I tell you, it was like hearing Elvis had left the building. During our two decade exile in the closet, we heard other things about him. He went to college. He wrote a lot, but not much he really liked. We knew it even then. It was like he didn’t dare write science fiction. Some of us had lost hope and just lay there. Others kept vigil, hoping for a day we didn’t dare speak about. Then we heard he’d stopped writing in 1996. Did he come to reclaim us? No. He took up music for ten years or so. He took up yoga. Once in a while, he’d visit us in the closet. But it was half-hearted. His mind was elsewhere. Then one day, he really did come back for us. One second we’re in the dark and the next thing we know we’re in a car headed for Massachusetts. Suddenly we got a whole shelf to ourselves out in broad daylight! Then he bought a bunch of others form some planet called Ebay. He’d just sit and stare at us with that old look. But why were we suddenly back in the picture? He had a wife now, who didn’t mind that he played with us. So what had happened? Turns out he’d never forgotten about those stories. He’d been thinking about all of us and the stories he’d made up and then remembered he’d been a writer once. From the shelf we could see him typing away. Before long he’s got a whole novel together! Then he’s working on another one. Word is there are two more in the planning stages! Some short stories, too! It’s good to see him using his imagination again. Its good to know he never abandoned us. He returned to his true love of science fiction. We hear the stories are pretty good. Someday we’ll get one of the cats to score us a copy of the manuscript. Man, it’s good to be out of the damn closet! --- I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me
    Chang in boots

    Ah, I like Temp Cat.

    But Krissy says it’s Zeus now so I go with she who must be obeyed.

  10. I can just guess how Zeus got his name…

    Chrissy: I like TempCat.

    Athena: His name is Zeus!

    John (whispered): Remember what it was like getting her dressed for the store?

    Chrissy: Yep, Zeus is certainly a fine name for a cat.

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