Got him cuz our son wanted a cat for his 5th birthday (Gus just turned 20). So he and my wife brought home a scrawny black Tom kitten from the shelter.
My son named him Notch but I always called him Mookie.
He was everybody’s friend. What people call a dog-cat. If we had 5 people over or 50 - he was wandering around to everyone trying to get head scratches , sniffing everybody.
I spent a ton of time with him - especially outside . Completely walled backyard so of course he loved chasing birds and squirrels but he really loved windy days. He’d run around like a banshee the windier it was .
And at 10 or 11 he really proved what a standup guy he was by allowing us to introduce into our home a female nut job cat (Frankie) weighing half as much as him but with 10 times the self importance and he surprisingly , was reborn. (he was kinda bored right before).
They really truly hated each other but they wanted each other around - to torment.
And the best part was, it was always 50-50 - he’d hassle the hell out of her and then a couple hours later she’d be chasing him through the house with him trying to hide from her.
Renal disease started in January so we began subcu saline IV-ing him 3-4 months ago, once a day /changed his food , and though skinny, he was happy/active.
Two days ago it was like a switch flipped and we knew. So we helped him over yesterday. Brutal. Buried him in the blanket he slept on and with the rubber head scrubber he loved us to comb him with.
Sorry this is long but he was important and a really great friend. Frankie the woman cat is clearly verklempt and endlessly looking around the house…Oy…it’s beyond sad.
Somebody told me a long time ago that after someone dies and you think of them to say their name three times (and that it was a Buddhist thing which apparently ain’t true) and then they’re alive in you for that moment , so I’m gonna say Mookie Mookie Mookie a lot today.
Thanks for letting me lionize
him here.
My son named him Notch but I always called him Mookie.
I spent a ton of time with him - especially outside . Completely walled backyard so of course he loved chasing birds and squirrels but he really loved windy days. He’d run around like a banshee the windier it was .
And at 10 or 11 he really proved what a standup guy he was by allowing us to introduce into our home a female nut job cat (Frankie) weighing half as much as him but with 10 times the self importance and he surprisingly , was reborn. (he was kinda bored right before).
They really truly hated each other but they wanted each other around - to torment.
And the best part was, it was always 50-50 - he’d hassle the hell out of her and then a couple hours later she’d be chasing him through the house with him trying to hide from her.
Renal disease started in January so we began subcu saline IV-ing him 3-4 months ago, once a day /changed his food , and though skinny, he was happy/active.
Two days ago it was like a switch flipped and we knew. So we helped him over yesterday. Brutal. Buried him in the blanket he slept on and with the rubber head scrubber he loved us to comb him with.
Sorry this is long but he was important and a really great friend. Frankie the woman cat is clearly verklempt and endlessly looking around the house…Oy…it’s beyond sad.
Somebody told me a long time ago that after someone dies and you think of them to say their name three times (and that it was a Buddhist thing which apparently ain’t true) and then they’re alive in you for that moment , so I’m gonna say Mookie Mookie Mookie a lot today.
Thanks for letting me lionize
him here.
