Moe is 10!


Happy birthday to my Moe! Hard to believe he’s this old already.  I still vividly remember bringing him home from the Humane Society nine years ago.

My beloved cat, Apollo, unexpectedly passed away in January of 2006. He was a young 6 years old and I was heartbroken.  I had adopted Rocky only a month before and he loved Apollo. Rocky followed him around constantly and seemed lost without him.  A friend of mine recommended adopting another cat as part of the healing process, and to give Rocky a friend. After a couple months of looking, I found Moe. The sweetest, calmest 9 month old cat I’d ever met, he was brought to the Humane Society with his brother, Joe, because the owner couldn’t afford to care for them anymore.

I felt awful for breaking up the pair but hoped they were young enough that they’d both adjust. There was a problem with the Humane Society’s computer system that night and they couldn’t process the adoption so they put him in a separate room in the back to make sure no one else tried to adopt him.  I went back the next day to make it official.

I should have known then just how clever he is. They brought him out, carrying his temporary plastic collar because he had chewed it off. They put him in the large cardboard carrier for me to take him home and we were on our way. Within 2 blocks, he had finagled his way out of the carrier and was roaming the car! It felt like the longest car ride but we made it home safely.

Moe loves cat grass

I slowly introduced the two cats but Rocky was eager to meet his new best friend so they weren’t separated for long.  Rocky loved curling up with Moe, at least until he was no longer a kitten and started feeling like he had to prove he’s the alpha. Now their relationship is one of tolerance, with the occasional playful chase or fight.

Moe’s transition wasn’t easy. Shortly after adopting him, he developed a respiratory infection. He went to the vet and had to be on medication and quarantined so that Rocky wouldn’t get sick as well.  These infections are highly contagious and can easily pass back and forth between cats.

Poor Moe was stuck in the spare bedroom, with the humidifier running to help with his congestion.  He had a runny nose, so I’d use tissues to try to clean him up.  He recovered easily and the cats were reunited once again.

Where's Moe?
Where’s Moe?

Moe wasn’t too sure about living here.  It took almost a year for him to warm up to us and become the lap kitty he is today.  He brings a sense of calm and serenity to the house – the yin to Rocky’s yang. I’m constantly amazed at his ability to communicate with me, from pawing at the patio curtains to go out on the balcony to standing by his food dish and staring at me when he’s hungry.  Guess you could say he’s trained me well! I’m so happy to have found him and couldn’t imagine what life would be like without him here.