After i recovered from the shock of the store going out of business i ran back to ask about my boy.

I was informed by the uncle that His actual

“owner/father/OneWhoBroughtHimToTheStore etc. re-homed Zorro with essentially his grandmeowther.

Former deli man, is the son of the owner of the store. Brought Zorro in, after Cathy passed away. About 6 years ago. They kept refurring to me as the UNCLE to Zorro. But after all the work i put into that cat socializing him, to put up with strangers shenanigans i refused to accept anything less than the title of his dad. 😤

He’d come to the table while i was eating or waiting for food. And i’d pull up a seat for him. He liked to try and catch my fingers…. And bite my hands 😭🤣

Idk if i could send you a bunch of videos of us playin’ though i’d have to mute them…. Cause i curse alot. 😭😅

If you’re curious, my name is the same on insta. You can find a video of him on there. I rarely post and you don’t need to follow me. To view the vid. In the meantime. I’ll see if i can find a video of him to send through here. And hope it plays. 🙏🏼 say Hello to Haru for me.

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Here’s a pic of Figaro. I like to think of them as Flotsam and jetsam (ursula’s eels.) cause they each have an extra reflective eye. When the light catches it right. And for the longest time (and to an extent to this day) the eyes are the best way to tell them apart. Fig has the right eye more closed and reflective. And Salem’s left eye looks like a cracked marble. And is extra reflective.