Remembering Mosje

Today was a sad day. We lost our sweet uncle Mosje. He was the older brother of our mother Briti and he lived with Photoguy’s parents and Auntie Piwi.

Mosje was born with one underdeveloped eye. But that never seemed to hinder him. He looked at you with a sweet inquisitive eye that would melt your heart. And he could run, jump, climb like the best of cats. Not that he did much of that. Strolling was much more his tempo. He ruled gardens by just sitting on the roof and giving any intruder a pensive look: ‘Are you quite sure you want to be here?’ Usually they were not at all sure anymore.

Until recently he wasn’t what you would call a lap cat. But he loved just sitting next to your chair and, when there was not much more to be expected in the petting department, he would lie on your feet and go to sleep. He loved following people around the house and the garden. In the morning he would wait for you to come out of bed and walk you downstairs. Always stopping just in front of you on the very same step. Make you wait for a bit before continuing the descent.

A little more than a year ago Mosje was diagnosed with severe kidney problems. With special care he could continue his life with the usual flair and style. But the past month he deteriorated fast. He lost a lot of weight, but did discover the joy of sleeping on laps.

The last days it became clear that he wouldn’t be around for much longer. So finally today we had to say goodbye to a good friend, great companion and sweet cat. Mosje was a cat with personality. He will be severely missed by all.