She'd hang out with me while I tended to the plants. She and her pal, Frank, did a great job of keeping the local feral cats away from our yard.
One of my favorite memories of Zoe is back before my oldest child, Grace, was born. Back when Ralph and I still lived in Michigan, in an apartment. Every month, I'd walk the rent check to the office...and Zoe would follow me. I'd go inside and she'd wait outside on the steps. Then, we'd walk back home together. The maintenance guys thought it was very strange that I took my cat for walks...I think they just secretly wished they had a cat as cool as mine.
Zoe is now buried next to "her" garden bed. Ralph dug a big hole, all of us gave her a kiss, thanked for her being such a good kitty, and we laid her down carefully. The kids helped with their little hands to bury our friend, in the true Appalachia style...taking care of our own until the very end.
There will never be a cat as cool as you, Zoe. Take care of Maizie up there for me. We will always remember you, and always love you.