Why I Love My Cat
It’s early in the morning: the sun hasn’t come up, just a desk light on next to my computer. The studio is quiet. I’m checking emails and catching up on things left undone from the night before. I suddenly realize my sweet cat, with the awful name (Mooch) has come to keep me company.
She’s been there for awhile, before I really become aware of her. She’s made her bed on a notepad and pen next to my computer.
I grab my camera, sitting there on my desk, and I capture the moment without waking her! She opens one eye and then closes it right away as if to say, “Oh, you’re still here? Good, I’m going back to sleep”.
She’s the best of company in the early morning hours and one I sometimes take for granted. It’s amazing to me how animals become a part of us. Who else would stay by me while I work away, content just to be there?
She was desperate when we found her. She’d lived over a year in my son’s neighborhood, sneaking into garbage cans, through dog doors, always trying to find food. She could be seen on a fence occasionally, or in a tree, but she kept her distance.
Sometimes when my daughter-in-law came downstairs in the morning, there would be the cat on the kitchen counter. Both would be startled to see each other and the cat would run out through the dog door. They have three large dogs, so the cat was very brave to enter!
The neighbors were complaining, she was knocking over garbage cans and there was talk among the other neighbors of “doing” something to get rid of her.
And then one quiet afternoon it happened. She walked right up to my daughter-in-law who was sitting outside, as if to say, “I really need help”. A gentle hand, a desperate cat, and a little kindness worked a miracle.
I think it was meant to be. She became my cat. Here she sits, quietly content, the best of company! She’s friends with Chelsea and Bistsy, always by their side too.
The sun is coming up, and she’s waking up too. “It’s time to start the day” she says. To think I’m the lucky owner of such a wonderful cat.
Mooch. What an awful name. What a wonderful cat! I call her Mucho Dinero, or Muchas Gracias for short. More fitting don’t you think?
Have a great weekend everyone! Hug your cat if you have one!
Hugs,
Anne
49 Comments
Mirabilys
I totally agree with you… I always had cats… and they were all “survivors”. When I settled in Paris, I’ve found my first one in the garbage, she was a poor two months old kitten thrown in the garbage and crying inside a box (how can people do that?) She became a princess and we kept her 17 years… now Lucille is over the rainbow. Then we have moved in Champagne and guess what, we have now three cats: one boy (Gizmo) and two girls (Violette and Vanille), all are “survivors” we have saved. They are so nice and friendly, there is something special in their eyes when they are looking at us. They always are by our side. We loved them so much!
Have a nice day Ann!
Jen in NY
Anne, I have so enjoyed reading about Mooch on your blog. I remember you rescued her and I am just soooo glad for that sweet little cat. She seems like such a doll. I have two rescue cats too that I love to pieces. It sounds like it was meant to be with you and Mooch!
Laura
Tears are in my eyes reading your story. Thank you for saving Mooch.