On March 3, 2001 you came into our lives. We had just lost Morris that I had for 7 years, an orange and white cat that I had adopted from the animal shelter. The night we found you, we had just received the call that his ashes were back to be picked up. I was so sad about losing him, I had gone outside just to cool down. Your cat momma, Daisy had been hanging around our apartment but had been gone a month. While I was outside upset, I saw Daisy coming from the corner of the building with something following behind her. I ran inside to tell your human daddy that Daisy had something behind her. He grabbed a flashlight, and there you were, a little thing, with a long scratch across your face. We rushed you and your momma inside. She wouldn't let you nurse and we thought maybe she just didn't have the milk, so we had another cat – Jimmy- inside our laundry room that had kittens. We took you in there to her; I thought I would rub you against her so you would have her scent on you. And it worked, she started licking and cleaning you and you sniggled in with the rest and you were there. Your name was because Morris was an inside cat and had been fixed so we knew he wasn't your cat daddy, but we felt like Morris sent you to us, so we had to call you the number two Morris. That’s how you got the name 2-Mo. You had 2 cat mommas, and one human momma.
We had decided to turn all the other cats loose, including your two momma's; we just couldn't keep and feed all of them and we had another cat – your brother Thunder – but he wasn’t' ours to keep. We felt like he did belong to someone else. A couple of weeks later we had decided to move back to the town we were in. So Thunder was still hanging around. There were some other people that wanted him, but he wanted to stay with us, so he came with us. We were a family of four. You two could not be separated. He was your big brother, wherever you were he was. If you were in trouble all you had to do was yell and Thunder was there. He protected you till the day he passed away. You both had chairs outside with a blanket in them that you both would lie in; you had the biggest smile on your face. That’s the picture I use for my email, my Facebook, my instant messenger.
You were so funny while you were a kitten. I had taught you how to play ball. You had 4 soft balls we would throw and you would catch them and bring them back to us, till you gained a lot of weight, then you wanted us to throw it and fetch it ourselves. We really thought you were so funny in some of the stuff you would do. You always had to inspect everything that came in, and would go get on your daddy's chest to sleep.
You had this thing that when someone went into the bathroom you would follow them. You had taken one of your daddy's combs and made it yours. You loved to be combed and then wanted water out of the bathroom facet. Either you wanted to drink it out of the facet or out of the cup in the bathroom or out of our hands cupped up. If we didn't give it quick enough you would take your paw and pull our hand over to you.
You would lie on my desk under the light, never could figure that one out but you loved the light shining on you and would get mad if we bothered you. You were loving when you wanted to be, we could tell if you didn't feel good; then you wanted to be close to us.
In June of 2011 you were having a lot of problems with your mouth and we found your teeth
were really bad and had caused ulcers in your mouth, so the only thing we could do was have them pulled out. After you had all but 10 pulled, you had to learn how to eat hard food, cat treats and some of our food. You had become a kitten again, wanting to play all the time and even started playing with his soft balls and would bat them around the house. On our front door there is a big place that the paint has been scratched off, we would say you were knocking to come back in. If we had company and they would hear the noise at the door, we would tell them to open the door and it was you, but before you would come inside you had to do this wiggle, it was so cute.
The night you were attacked by 3 or 4 stray dogs, we didn't know it. I had gone outside to call you and Molly, your cat sister, in the night. You had only been out an hour. I opened the door and saw the dogs started toward the house. I yelled for my husband to come look, not even thinking about the cats outside. The dogs turned and ran the other way, but we didn't see anything. I started calling for you and Molly. Molly came out of her hiding place in the woods, and I kept thinking you would be right behind her, but it took us 4 days of looking for you. The first night I stayed outside, looking all over the neighborhood, going to the woods calling your name. We kept waiting to hear you knock on the door, we kept hope that you were only hiding. Each day I would go out and look and call your name, but each day brought more sadness to our heart.
Saturday August 27th, while we were out in the woods again looking for you, I decided to come and look under the houses and the porches. I had been trying to look under each but I didn’t find you. I kept hoping. Then I went to a house 2 doors down and I found you. I screamed for my husband and my daughter. My husband went in and got you out, but it was too late, you had been badly hurt and you were gone. We don't know what happened but we know that you are with your brothers Thunder and Hoot. And one day we will all be together again when we cross that bridge.
We love you 2-Mo
Your Human Momma and Daddy
Patricia and Jerry
Your human sister Denise
Your human nephew Cameron
And your cat sister Molly
2-Mo and brother Thunder in their chairs
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