Muffin has always been an anxious kitty, kind of like our Crisco was. Whenever company would come, Muffin would hide. She had numerous hiding places, in various parts of our home, where she could disappear to and hold up in secret for as long as the stranger remained. Visitors never got to see Muffin. Which is a shame, because she was such a beautiful kitty.
When my father passed away a few months ago, we had to do something with the huge family of cats that had taken up and multiplied at his house over the years. There were several adults of varying ages, both male and female. And we found a set of newborn kittens under the house. It took awhile to find out which female was the mother, because every time I went outside, the kittens would run back under the house, and none of the females were going with them. Finally it occurred to me to just look out the window. Duh! That's when I noticed the kittens come out and try to nurse on the calico female. Aha! She's the mommy. Daddy called her Cutie Pie. To make a long story short, we found homes for some of the cats and are still looking for homes for the others. We brought the mommy and kittens to our house, thinking we would find homes for them. No luck so far. We also brought the friendliest male to live here, because we needed an outside cat for the mice problem. We named him James Bond, because he looks like he is wearing a tuxedo.
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| Muffin and Spunky Relaxing |
Spunky and Muffin do not like other cats, not even the babies. Mr. Bond got in the house last week, and it was not a welcome visit. Spunky determined to whip the intruder while Muffin hid under the table. My husband was home to break up the fight and deposit Mr. Bond on the porch where he resides. The altercation upset Muffin quite a bit. She seemed alright, but the next morning, she was unable to walk normally, refused food and water, and was acting completely abnormal. I called the vet's office and took her in to be checked. By the time we got there, Muffin was gasping for air and could not walk at all. She did not even have the strength to resist the examination. She was put on oxygen and they wanted to keep her and run some tests. An X-ray revealed that her heart was enlarged. She declined quickly and only lived a few more hours. We figure she had a heart attack during the night, after being frightened over Spunky's fight with Mr. Bond.
We are still heartbroken over our little Muffin. And I feel responsible, since I am the one who accidentally let him inside, couldn't catch him, and forgot.
Rest in Peace, little Muffin. You will forever be missed.
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