Guest Star: The Amazing Milly Moos

Hi everyone,

Today’s guest post comes from Milly Moos and her and her human Victoria:

The Amazing Milly Moos

Milly Moos is one awesome cat! Why you ask? Well because she has a special gift! She has the gift of sensing anxiety in people, especially children. This gift won her a place in The Cats Protection National Cat of the year finals in 2014. She has a “pawsome” relationship with her little human William, which started before he was even born. Milly Moos and William are the best of friends so read on to find out what adventures Milly Moos gets up to.
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We got Milly Moos when she was a kitten eight years ago from a local person who’s cat had a litter of kittens.

When we first brought her home, she would hide like most kittens do, but over time she came out of her shell and grew in confidence — and now she’s quite aloof! She does rule the roost, and I think that’s why she’s so protective over William.

She seemed to bond with William before he was even born. Before I was pregnant she would never sit with us or take any interest in us, but when I fell pregnant with William she would sit down next to me and put her paw on my bump. It’s usually dogs who can sense these things but she just knew something was going on.

As I was getting the nursery ready for William’s arrival, I’d often find Milly Moos curled up inside his Moses basket, and then I’d have to wash the sheets again! It’s like she was preparing for him coming as much as we were! Ever since William was born she’s had a great bond with him — they grew up and he’s always known her to be here.

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First day fears

Their special bond became real just after Easter 2014 when William started pre-school. He gets anxious in situations that make him uncomfortable, and was getting frightened just thinking about going to school. He’s always felt anxiety and when he’s uncomfortable he’ll get upset — and at school he was completely out of his comfort zone.

Milly Moos seemed to sense he was scared, so one day when we were getting ready to go to school, she just came and sat by the front door. Instead of worrying about going to school, he became focused on her and ever since then she has been coming to school with us! She will walk either next to him or in front of him; she knows where the school is and where she is going.

She won’t go right up to the school gates as it gets really busy around there, but she’ll go as far as some bushes nearby and then walk back home with me. She also knows what time she needs to go with me to fetch him as well. It’s like she has a built in clock!

It’s quite nice because it’s become a real talking point for William — he’s been able to make friends as they will ask him about his friend the cat, and that has helped him with his anxiety. When new people talk to him, he’s able to talk to them about Milly. And he now really enjoys walking to school with Milly! If she’s not there when it’s time to go, he’ll go looking for her saying ‘Come on Milly, it’s time to go to school!’. He’s completely lost his fear now.

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A feline celebrity

I had wondered if our situation happened to other people, but when I found out that it hadn’t, I decided to enter Milly into Cats Protection’s National Cat Awards for the Most Incredible Story category earlier this year. We had a great time at the awards and even though we didn’t win, Milly has become quite the celebrity cat.

Walking William to school is now a bit of a habit for her and she enjoys the attention she gets from people as well! She used to be aloof but she’s all about William now, I’ve since had a daughter and she’s not interested in her at all — she didn’t even come and sit with me when I was pregnant with her! It’s definitely William she has the bond with.

Do check out Milly Moos page here.

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Marc

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Two red cats 12 – Stick and Rope

Cats like to play. Usually we used ropes and sticks to interact with them, but one day we had the idea to tie the rope to the stick to make it bounce like a wounded bird in the grass. Lily and Vitali would never stop to play with it!
And you? How you do play with your cats? And also… do you create cheap toys too? 😄


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Guest Star: Impy’s Last Adventure

Hi everyone,

Today’s guest post comes from our regular contributor Stuart. I am afraid that this story has got a “tissue box required” warning attached! (Photos used for illustration purposes as no original photos were available, see credits in the footnote)

                                          IMPY’S LAST ADVENTURE

When I was nine we had a cat named Impy.  He was a formidable Maine Coon cat with a bushy tail trailing a sturdy, striped body.  Impy lived up to his name, lording over the neighborhood like a lion and terrorizing birds and mice.  Often, he stayed out all night.  He must have had some tender moments at home; why else did we keep him?  But all I recall of life with Impy was that my arms were crisscrossed with scratches.
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One particularly cold evening, Impy ignored our calls and evaded our flashlight search.  The temperatures dropped below freezing and still, he did not surrender his nocturnal patrol.  The next morning, we were concerned but not quite worried.  Impy, we were confident, was a sturdy and resourceful fellow.

“He’s probably curled up next to someone’s furnace vent,” said my mother.
“I bet he crawled into a squirrel’s nest,” I said.
“Yes, after he evicted the squirrels,” said my older brother, Barry.
We all laughed.  The three of us agreed to walk around the house for a few minutes before breakfast to see if we could locate our mischievous pet.  I went around the front of our own house while my mother and brother searched around the neighbors’.  Almost immediately, I saw Impy sprawled in the front garden.
“He’s sleeping!” I yelled, delighted to have been the one to find him, like the winner of a scavenger hunt.  I realized almost immediately, however, that Impy’s evident stiffness indicated a condition more permanent than sleep.
My mother and brother arrived to find me staring at the frozen corpse.  I recall more horror than grief.  Impy presented a problem that did not have an apparent solution.
“Should we try mouth-to-mouth?” asked Barry.
We looked at each other.  No one moved forward.   Eventually, we resolved to bury Impy where several previous pets were interred, behind the garage.  It became immediately apparent, however, that the frozen ground was impossible to dig.
“I have an idea,” said Barry.  “Burial at sea would be dignified.”
“Which sea did you have in mind?” asked my mother.  “We are hours from the ocean.”
“We could drop him off a bridge into a river,” said Barry.  “That would be almost the same thing.”
“Yes.  We can wrap him in his blanket,” I suggested, thinking of a pad on which Impy sometimes slept.
“Good idea,” said my mother.
We gathered Impy’s body up into his blanket-cum-shroud and piled into the car.  As the youngest and smallest member of this expedition, I sat in the backseat beside my pet’s stiff body.  I recall feeling sad for Impy but also a sense of excitement about our mission.  Life with Impy, after all, had been a mixed blessing.  And there was something almost spiritual about his restless, impetuous body being at peace.  Already, we were thinking about how our next pet might be better.
“It should be female,” said my mother.
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Barry added:  “Perhaps a dog or cat that will curl up in your lap or in front of the fire.”
I looked down at the back of my hands and sighed:  “I won’t miss getting scratched.”
We were silent as we arrived at the Fairmount Park Bridge over the Schuylkill River.  Barry carried the bundle to the middle of the span as my mother and I followed a step behind.  We were a self-conscious triumvirate, summoning what felt like proper solemnity to the situation.
“This feels sort of Mayan,” I observed, thinking of rituals we had just talked about in school.
“I guess,” said Barry.
“Do you want to say something?” asked my mother, looking at me.
“I can’t really think of anything,” I said.
“Well,” said Barry, taking on a grave tone.  “Impy, we hope that you are in a peaceful place, um, with lots of good food, um, and plenty of mice to catch.”
I looked up to make sure he was finished.
“Amen,” I said.
“Amen,” said my mother.
With that, after looking both ways to be sure no one was watching, Barry flung the deceased into the air.  We all raced to the railing to watch the anticipated splash.  To our horror, we realized that the river was completely frozen.  Our search for dignity ended with a thud.
We were speechless for most of the ride home.
“It will melt, eventually,” Barry finally offered.

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Marc

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