The Moocher appeared on the screen of my door in the dead of winter once upon a time. She filled her belly, left, returned to the screen the next day, ate everything she could and decided to stay - for the next 15+ years! |
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For the first few years that Mooch allowed me to live with her, she would disappear in the late spring and return again in early fall - healthy, slimmer, and without a clue as to her whereabouts! |
| The bathing beauty was a great friend and avid hunter. It was not uncommon for her to bring home the spoils and present them to me with great pride. |  |
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Here Mooch demonstrates her ability to reach great heights (and considerable comfort among my favorite sweaters) |
| In later years Mooch abandoned her svelte figure. She fell victim to obesity (my fault), diabetes for her last 3 years, arthritis, and finally deafness. But she was a trooper to the end, never complaining about her injections and always there for me (as I was for her). |
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Mooch really needed to get in touch with her inner self and loosen up a little, don't you think! |
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| This is the Old Fella! He was a scruffy neighborhood stray who liked to come for a visit, a snack - was very gentle but shy - and a nap, on occasion. This continued for several years until sadly a stroke claimed him one night. |  |
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TC - a very friendly black stray. Like the Old Fella, TC would often visit but never stay for long. The family cats tolerated both of them but never got overly friendly. |
| As you can see, TC was not shy and made himself comfortable in the very best of places. TC went away one time and just never returned : ( |  |
I love and miss you all! |
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