We'll Miss You Mooky

Mooky didn't get to know too many people. Pretty much just me. As Mike said "He was the border collie of cats" meaning, he could be incredibly annoying, he was a bit too smart and busy for his own good and he was also incredibly endearing, at least to me.

I found Mooky literally on the street. He was only 4 weeks old & really too young to be away from his mom. He could have fit in a measuring cup--the cup size. I had to bottle feed him for the first few weeks of his life.

He grew up to be quite a character. Kind of a bad ass--he would torture the dogs next door by sitting just out of reach (they would paw under the fence to get him). He hardly ever met a drink he didn't like, including mimosas. If the glass was too tall & he couldn't fit his pointy face in, he'd just snake a paw, very elegantly, down to the bottom, and then daintily lick off his paw. He also made friends with a magpie at our old house. They would hang out on the back lawn together--I never saw him make a move to attack the magpie.

He was not too keen on strangers, and saved most of his affection for me. Occassionally Mike too, but mosly me. Once he was in affecionate mode, good golly, he was affectionate. I had to try to fall asleep many time with him curled up right in my face, purring like crazy.

We'll miss you Mooky. You were a good kitty.