Wednesday, September 13, 2006


My father was an Air Force pilot, so my family moved a lot when I was growing up. Mom and Dad often planned special treats when we moved to help ease the transition. When we got orders to move from Delaware to Alabama in the middle of the school year, they told us we would finally get the cat we'd been begging for. I remember opening my Smurfs lunch box on my last day in my Delaware elementary school and finding a note from my dad.

"Don't forget!" it said. "A pet!" A little cat face was drawn next to his words.

We got to our new house in Alabama, and what do you know? The next-door neighbor had taken in a stray cat for the winter, only to discover that it was pregnant. Trust me, when we found out that there were six wee kittens next door, we forgot everything else. They were small enough to crawl through the chain link fence so we could play with them

We kept one. We named him Muffin.

-He saw more of the United States than most people.
-He really did have nine lives.
-He once rode on top of our station wagon for several highway miles until an alarmed motorist yelled, "There's a cat on your car!"
-It took a while to unclench his paws from the cartop carrier rack, but he was okay.
-He slept with one of us every night.
-He used to follow me to the bus stop and sit in the tree across the street, tail swishing.
-He chased dogs out of our yard.
-He single-handedly brought the mole population under control when we lived in California, becoming something of a neighborhood hero.
-He once curled up for a nap on the wing of a T-39 in front of the Officers' Club.
-He loved to be outdoors.
-He smiled when he was content.

Yesterday he died peacefully at home, the way I hoped he would. He was 22 years old.

He was a good cat.


Blogger Bearette24 said...

Muffin is an exceptional name. I'm sorry he passed. It does sound like he had a very happy life.

Is that your sister hugging him?

And I have to ask...what kind of plane is a T-39?

11:50 AM  
Blogger Liz said...

Thanks. I've given myself a massive headache with all the weeping, but I know he lived a very good, long life.

Yes, that's my sister. As for the T-39... go to Google, click Images, and search T-39. You'll see a bunch of pictures.

Muffin had moxie. He thought he was the king of the air force base. ;-)

12:31 PM  
Blogger bdogg_mcgee said...

Oh, Liz, I'm so sorry!

Muffin sounds like such a fun cat--I love that he used to follow you to the bus stop!

I bet he's up there right now, hunting moles to his heart's content. :)

12:49 PM  
Blogger Bearette24 said...

That's a big-ass plane. And a brave cat :)

1:20 PM  
Blogger His suzy said...

I'm so sorry. Having just lost my cat, my baby, last year, I know how hard it is. The good memories always help, though.

2:31 PM  
Blogger kj said...

ok, liz, i am sitting here crying partly because muffin died and partly because of the wonderful way you've written about him. muffin's picture at the end makes me glad you had him, he had you and your family, and glad that i have the privilege of reading your blog. !

22 years. jeez. so sorry for your loss...

5:18 PM  
Blogger Stacy said...

What a sweet kitty. He had a wonderful smile. Sorry for your loss.

5:28 PM  
Blogger Roxanne said...


Muffin had 22 wonderful years with an even more wonderful family (except for the horrific ride on top of the car...geez!). He looks so content in that picture. I'm sure he will be missed by all of you, but what beautiful memories you have of him.

11:49 PM  
Blogger Reighnie said...

I'm sorry to hear of Muffin's passing. It sounds like he led a very impressive life.

I hope my two kitties live as long.

11:50 PM  
Blogger Frema said...

It does sound like he used all of his nine lives to live a wonderful twenty-two years. I'm sorry for your loss.

8:24 AM  
Blogger Liz said...

Thanks, everyone. My eyes are still a bit red but I think I'm done with the weeping. :)

12:36 PM  
Blogger Lisa said...

I'm so sorry. Sounds like he had a good life!

6:12 PM  
Blogger Carolyn said...

I'm sorry about Muffin.

It's always hard to lose a pet, especially one that is so special.

I have to add a "wow" on the age of 22.

9:04 PM  
Blogger Heather B. said...

man, that sucks. I'm sorry. :-(

11:16 AM  

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