"Zebulon was an inheritance, he went to my parents when my Uncle Carl died. I think he's named after a Civil War general or a battle, but it's Zeb for short. My parents were not cat people... but now they are! Zeb doesn't really play, and is choosy who he will associate with. His nose and footpads are the cutest pink ever. He prefers his water out of a super size fast food restaurant cup and likes to torment any dogs who visit (just ask Gus!)..."
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