I used to keep handwritten journals of everything that our cats did.  I also wrote about the cats I take care of at Save The Animals Rescue Team, II.  So, I am hoping that this blog will serve the purpose of keeping tabs on both families of cats.

I have created a page for each cat in our household.  This way, you, the reader, will have an idea and visual to put to the names to our resident couch potatoes.  I’ll try to include photos of cats at the shelter when possible.

So, why cats?

Although I think I am on the verge of becoming a crazy cat lady at times, growing up, I never really was a fan of cats.  I know.  Sacrilege.  I grew up with dogs and never had an opportunity to bond with a cat.  My family was allergic so I kinda pushed the thought of cat companionship to the back-burner in my mind.  When my husband and I started dating, he had three cats – Mookie, Juno, and Apollo.  Mookie was an old man by the time I met him, well into his teens.  He also was FIV +.  Juno gave birth to Apollo, both young, only a couple of years old.  When we moved from NY to NJ, we told Mookie that the new apartment would be his retirement home.  And it was.  After about 7 or 8 months in the new place, Mookie passed away while Ron and I were at work.  Juno and Apollo were very sad.

As any pet guardian who has lost their beloved knows, the passing of a four-legged family member leaves a void inside your soul.

Ron knew I wanted a cat of my own.  He searched and searched for months looking for a kitten for me.  One day in early December 2001, he told me he wanted me to look at two kittens he found at the Humane Society in Lyndhurst.  I was excited.  I couldn’t wait to meet my potential feline companion.  I took off work on a Saturday and we drove to the facility.  In a cage were two kittens sleeping.  One was black and white.  The other a light brown tabby.  I didn’t even have to pick him up, I knew the tabby was my cat.  The name I had originally picked out was Loki.  Kittens are mischievous  right?  So, I thought the name would fit.  But when I saw him sleeping, he started dreaming.  My gut told me to name him Morpheus instead.  So I did.

Morpheus was my best friend, my son, my feline soul mate.  He was everything to me.  I could write volumes on the ways he changed my life.  On October 5, 2010, Ron and I had to put Morpheus to sleep.  It was the most difficult, heart-wrenching thing I ever had to do.  But it was the right thing to do.  Morpheus was battling cancer of the stomach and intestines for 2 months prior.  I know he held on that long for me.  His original prognosis was a week.  He gave us so much more than that and we are forever grateful.  Since Morpheus was a rescue, I promised him that I would volunteer with a rescue organization after his passing.  I’ve kept my promise.

Each of the kitties I come across at the shelter facility touches my life in some way or another.  I’d like to share their stories.  And I’d like to share the stories of my kitties at home.



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