Missy Moo

Missy Moo is not a cat.  You say, if it looks like a cat and walks like a cat, it must be a cat.  Not Missy. 

There is a store in the Pocono Mountains near Camelback that sells all kinds of cat parafinalia.  We were driving by one day and there was a big banner outside that read "Yes we have live cats", and we had to make a quick ubee and go inside.  The owner had agreed to have cats from the local shelter stay at the store in hopes that shoppers would adopt them.  My husband took Missy Moo out to talk to and admire and I was holding a little black and white kitten.  We spent about ten minutes with the kittens and since it was Saturday we decided to go home and think about our experience.  We already had two cats at our home in Philly and weren't really in the market for another.  I put my little kitten back in the cage.  My husband tried to put Missy Moo back but she was having no parts of it.  He no sooner let go than she was attached by claws to his jacket.  So, again he tried to put her back.  No way, varoom, back on the jacket hanging on for dear life this time.  A third time he pried her off and place her in the cage.  Yup, you guessed it, cat attached to jacket again.

We looked at each other and both, almost at the same time, Ah, we gotta take her.  How?  That was the question.  We didn't have any litter box, food or toys for a cat at our mountain house.  Oh well, we couldn't leave her behind.  Home she went with us.  She didn't like the little box the shop owner gave us so I wrapped her in my husbands fluffy flannel jacket/shirt and kept her warm until we got back to the house.  We stopped off first of course to get a litter box and food and my husband bought her a little red and white octopus toy which she loved.

It's now a year since Missy adopted us.  She goes to the mountains with us every weekend.  No cat carrier, no mam, she wonder through the CRV, find a place on top of the cooler and gets comfortable for the 1 and 3/4 hour ride.  Every so often she comes up front to meow her hello and see if we are alright.  The only thing she doesn't like about the trip is the tunnel.  We get about half way through and she finds her way up front to meow her head off.  Once we are through and out into day light again, she returns to her spot in the back.

The picture of her in the red bed is a story also.  When she first came to Philly that weekend, I went to the store and bought her that bed.  She took up about a quarter of it and I thought I was stupid for buying such a big bed.  Well, as you can see, she has out grown the bed.  She doesn't care, she still sleeps in it every night and we take it with us to the mountains.  The only time she doesn't sleep in her bed is when we have a fire going and she chooses to sleep in front of the fire.

I'll be posting more pictures of Missy because she is quite the ham.  Not a cat at all.