Katzenberg from Brooklyn
Katzenberg arrived via a classified ad placed by a rescuer who found him when he was only weeks old, roaming the beach in the dead of winter. I adopted him from the ad sight unseen.
He was a tiny ball of fur with soulful eyes and a nose that seemed much too large for his skinny little face. As I took him from the carrier he purred loudly, climbed up on my shoulders, and put his tiny arms around my neck.
Little did I know that he would continue to do this throughout his life. It was love at first sight. He was not the most regal of cats, but he sure made up for it with his personality and endearing nature. The rescuer called him Zeke, but the second the door closed behind her I told him his name was Katzenberg.
I quickly learned that there was no stopping him when he was intent on accomplishing a task. He had learned how to open sliding closet doors, raise the lid of the toilet bowl to drink the water, and he was able to open almost every drawer in the house. Every night, he slept on my head and purred loudly. He was extremely affectionate.
With each year that passed I became more attached to him. Although this kitty loved me dearly, he had plenty of love left to shower on others.
Each time the doorbell rang, he anxiously ran to the door, hoping to greet an old friend, or make a new one. From the pizza delivery boy, to the UPS man ... he loved them all.
He was always on top of me. Even while I sat at the computer he'd jump up onto my lap, stand up facing me, and put his arms around my neck. This he did whenever I sat down.
Until we meet again, my funny valentine, I bid you farewell. There will never be another as loving as you were. May you find many mice and many pleasures across the Bridge. You've earned them.
Follow Katzenberg's journey to Rainbow Bridge at diabellalovescats.com/katz.htm