Today it is memorie time,
so this post won’t be about me,
but of another special cat
in Granny’s life.
The pictures are very blurry,
but the memories never will….
While we were cleaning up the attic…
I saw this basket,
with a soft blue chamber coat inside.
I thought Granny got me a new sleeping place,
but when I asked her about it
I saw tears in her eyes
and she answered me with a lump in her throat…
that this was -the final basket- of her first beloved cat
This was the first picture of Muschy,
she was about four month old here.
She really was beautiful…
…just like me…
Granny was almost 11 years old
when her Grandmother
told her that she had a surprise for her
and that they have to go to a furriend
to pick it up.
Muschy was a little kitten about 2 month old
and she lived in a shed…
…kind of stable as far as Granny remembers…
together with her mom and other kittens
and the furriend of her Grandmother
had to look for the kittens
because they were hiding above in the hay,
when they came to pick her up.
Granny was astonished,
when she saw the little kitten
and she was
in love with her immediately,
and the love was mutually,
because after a few days of hiding,
Muschy came out of her hiding place,
when Granny came out of school,
and she jumped on her lab
and walked around her neck back into her lab,
purring like a crossmotor
and kneading and sucking at her clothes
untill they were all wet…
and giving her the look of love…
Just like this…
Muschy was a very studious kitten..
Muschy played hide and seek with her and Granny’s sister
and she sat down and gave a paw
when Granny asked her…
She was so special…
and Granny always played with her
and her arms and hands were full of scratches,
but she didn’t mind at all.
Granny’s clothes were never without hairs,
and they were always wet of the sucking…
but Granny didn’t see it…
she didn’t care at all…
all she cared about was
that they would be together for always.
When the whole family emigrated
from Germany to the Netherlands,
the end of the year Muschy came into their lives,
Granny and her sister had to bring Muschy back
to the furriend where she came from,
because it wasn’t allowed to cross the border with an animal…
and Granny was heartbroken
and cried for days
and then her Grandmother said..
“Go and get Muschy,
we’ll give it a try to bring her across the border.”
Granny never forgets that when she and her sister
came at the shed where Muschy lived,
and she called her,
how fast Muschy came running from the ladder
purring out loud of happiness.
Everything was packed to leave for Holland
and Muschy was sitting in the car…
between the furniture and other stuff.
Her first trip in a car…
..and then they came at the border…
They had to stop
and opening the car…
and Granny’s Grandma was purraying
that they didn’t find Muschy…
and after almost an hour
the border guards said that
everything was allright,
so they could continue their way.
OMC, what if they had seen Muschy…?
Where was she anyway…?
They didn’t have carriers in that time,
so Muschy was probably hinding somewhere
in the car.
When they came at their new
and started to unpack everything
they started to wonder where Muschy was.
Granny’s grandmother was worried and afraid
that she had jumped out of the car
when they were checked out at the border,
but when everything was unloaded,
they heared a little meow,
then they looked under a locker
and saw her sleeping like a Queen in it.
She found herself a place where she felt safe…
She was so wise…
Granny called her miracle cat,
because that’s what she was.
She liked the garden
as much as I like it…
She liked to smell
and walk around…
just like I do…
They took her almost everywhere
Granny wasn’t happy
to leave her behind
when they went on vacation…
….That never changed b.t.w…
Then one day
when they were on vacation
she sneaked out the door
and run away…
After almost 2 weeks of searching in that area,
she finally came back to the house,
but was very sick.
The vet supposed she was poisened,
because of the symptoms.
Granny says that people fried sponges
in that time
to kill the cats,
and Muschy must have eaten that,
because she couldn’t find any other food.
It was horrible to see
your beloved cat dying
on such a horrible way.
It still hurts….
The vet tried everything she could,
but 5 days before Granny’s 17th birthday,
Muschy was only 7 years by then,
she had to bring Muschy
to the vet
While her Grandfather was driving,
Granny held the basket with Muschy on her lap
and so many memories came back
like a flasback…
and she tried to held her tears,
so that Muschy could not see how heartbroken she felt…
and when she came to the vet
Muschy looked up at her
with the same look of love
as how it all begun
and Granny said to her in spirit,
cause she wasn’t able to talk anymore…
“Thank You for being my furriend.
I ❤ You.”
5-9-1969 – 8-11-1976
BUT HEARTS NEVER FORGET.
– S O F T P A W K I S S E S –
❤ ❤ ❤