Mooshu

So today, wifey was messaging with my sister and found out that my Mum's cat Moo Shoe, or Mooey to us, is going to be put down on Monday. Poor Mooie, he is very, very old, well over 20 years old, which is ancient for a cat. He is showing his age too. He has always been a bit crippled, but he is now deaf, a bit incontinent, and a lot cranky.

But he has been Mum's companion since Dad passed back in 2001, and he has been invaluable in his companionship to her. He pines when she is away, moans in the most awful manner when he wants to complain, is picky with his eating habits, and loves nothing more than to sleep on her head. But he is a wonderful cat. He limps around and will come sit at your feet, staring wistfully at you, and then suddenly jumping into your lap. He has so much hair that when you visit Mum's, you can't help but come away covered in it - even if you didn't touch him!

Mooey with Lala and B a few years ago. He once belted her I think, when she was a bit rough, but otherwise was very patient with the kids. Mum will be very sad about his passing, although I know she'll be relieved to know his suffering has come to an end. I'm glad my sister is there with Mum to console her.

RIP Mooey, you've been a great cat, and a welcome part of our family. I will miss not seeing you next time I visit Mum's when we go back to Oz.

Footnote: Just swapping texts with Ma and she spells his name as Mooshu. So that is where we go from here. What a cat. Cantankerous old bugger, but beloved companion and family member all the same. Will miss seeing you next time at Ma's old friend.