Missing Dear Mooshie Cat

The world is better for having had Mooshie Cat in it.

Dear, dear Mooshie, you are sorely missed. Time with one’s loved ones is never long enough, but how very much I wish I’d had just one more time with you to say goodbye, to thank you for being such an incredible little mate.

You were the spiritual mother of my husband. I know this because you took your self-appointed role quite seriously. That first meeting, you signaled to my soul-mate that he was yours. You reached your arm clear to your armpit, past the shelter cage bars, to swat at him. Repeatedly. Moreover, you sent your angel/employee (who also worked for Southeast Area Animal Control Authority (SEAACA), to urge us that your days were numbered.

You arrived home cuddled in my honey’s arms. You lay in his lap for hours, your locomotive purring tireless. As soon as you made it clear that you were family, you’d stand on your hind legs to slam a hefty (albeit with claws sheathed) kangaroo one-two punch at your sister, whenever your human son would pet her for even a second.

Now your spirit, whether in heaven or reincarnated, must be playing soccer. You’d command your ‘son” (you considered me a lousy player) to lob crumpled paper balls your way, for you to whack-whack-whack them across the room and back to him.

Eventually, you graduated to batting crickets — then mice — then small birds. I doubt our local tiny critters mourns your loss as we do. Your later choice to retire to my mother’s bed must have cause them to celebrate. Not so for my mother’s gentleman cat who you evicted from his formerly cozy stead.

Until all but the last few weeks of your seventeen-ish years, despite your loss of all but one tooth, your appetite was vigorous. From Cheerios and crackers to olives and cucumbers, you enjoyed everything so long as your beloved people dined on it too.

Your long-departed sister, for whom you had neither patience nor fondness,  allowed anyone to pet her. You, unlike her, saved your affection for just your intimates.

You made us feel truly special, dear Mooshie. You, our lovely girl, were the most special of cats. Rest in peace, beautiful soul.

Mooshie the Wonder Cat.

Dear reader, here and here and here is more about Mooshie, including a video about her.

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56 thoughts on “Missing Dear Mooshie Cat”

  1. Such a beautiful tribute and this brought tears and lump to my throat.. I know how our dear beloved cats are missed, I glance now at the three photos of our past dear cats one of whom we had for 21 yrs. And I related to all you said in your post..
    Much love and thoughts your way ❤

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  2. I feel with you! My cat was with me for 16 years. He died a long time ago, but I still miss him dearly. He was a one family cat as well. Not all too friendly with strangers, and I was the only one allowed to pick him up (he generally did not like that). They can be real characters, just like Mooshie … ❤

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  3. My most heartfelt sympathy for both you, da-AL, and your husband in the loss of your beloved Mooshie. When an animal so completely resides in the heart of a human, their loss is felt as keenly as if one had lost a child. Do animals have souls? I believe they do. I believe they can feel genuine love for their human, too. Obviously mooshie had much love to spare. Bon voyage little guy.

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  4. I am so sorry for your loss, da-AL…….One of the hardest losses, I think, is loosing our sweet animal companions. I have lost many cats over the years, and still miss every single one of them, They were absolute joys and filled my heart always with so much love. Your Mooshie was well loved, and you wrote a beautiful tribute to this special cat! She will remain with you forever! Wishing you peace and healing. ❤

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