May I introduce Mr. No Mo.
He is a real gift from Heaven. I already had two rescue kitties and another companion cat in my shop. Her name was Stella.
Everyone was trying to give more kittens and cats. I kept telling them “No Mo Cats”! I have been around and loved cats for over eighty years. No Mo showed up one evening, looking for a hand-out. I told him to go home. Next morning and evening, he was here, still looking for something to eat. Told him again to go home. Next morning, I gave in. I told him he must be the “No Mo Cat” I have been talking about. The name stuck.
He spent his days in the shop with Stella and me and was a real blessing for Stella. He would jump into her bed and wash her from Nose to toes. He would also bring her dead mice, birds, lizards etc. She couldn’t eat any of those yummy gifts. I had to wait until no one was looking to ditch the “goodies”. A month later, Stella was diagnosed with cancer. My Vet and I did all that we could for her, but she lost her battle. No Mo was just devastated, wandering around and meowing for her. We both were suffering from broken hearts. I had Stella for many years. She was almost 19 when she went to the Rainbow Bridge.
I finally started taking No Mo into the house at night. The first night, he walked in, grabbed the special needs rescue kitty and washed him from nose to toes and has kept him neat and clean ever since. This relieved me from one of my daily chores of cleaning up “Stinky”.
I have been truly blessed!
Gail “Cat Mom” Forrester, Murphys
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