My family’s precious Olivia Kitty Mittens, aka Moo, got very sick on Monday and had to be put down on Tuesday. She was suffering, and there was no time for us all to say good-bye; only my mother was with her in her last moments.
The grief is overpowering.
What is there to say about Moo in a museum (or moo-seum) blog? Moo may never have gone to a museum in her life, but I’m sure she fancied herself the lioness of every zoo, the angel in every painting, and the queen of every historic castle.
She loved to explore, whether trying to escape to the great outdoors or perusing nooks and crannies in the house that we humans never see. More than anything else, she loved to eat.
Her other hobbies included sleeping in boxes lined with tissue paper, lying on top of newspapers, and trying to steal food from her brothers. When she was younger, she was more playful, enjoying toys and tunnels and tents.
She had a weird, lifelong appetite for materials like ribbons, plastic bags, cellophane, and foil. All of our Christmas bows have teeth marks.
Our Moo was an extremely pretty kitty. Her face said “Moo,” with the M-shaped markings above her two enormous yellow eyes. She was dressed up on occasion, just long enough to take a photo, and she tended to get typecast: Queen of Hearts, Elsa, the witch, the queen, the princess.
Moo brought happiness to her forever humans (or loyal subjects, in her mind) for 4,306 days. She was not necessarily always a happy cat herself, being full of catitude, but we hope that our love and care brought her some joy over the years.
Moo will always be remembered with reverence for her beauty and majesty, with amusement at her silly antics, and above all, with love.