Mowgli (Moguls) was the first kitty I lived with when I first got married. My husband said that he didn't like cats (why did I marry him?), but whilst we were away on our honeymoon I nagged him until he said perhaps we might get a kitten.....................
The first day we got home and he went back to work, I rang every pet shop in town looking for a kitten. Eventually I found a shop with one kitten for sale, so I rushed up there to find a runty little tabby kitty showing signs of everything you are meant to avoid in looking for a kitten...runny eyes, dirty rear end, dull coat, fleas..the lot! But I thought, if I don't have him, who will look after him? So home he came with me and hubby fell in love with him (even if he wouldn't admit it.)

That was on a Saturday and on the Monday, bright and early, we were at the vet's.....Mowgli soon got better, but I don't think he ever realised he was meant to be a cat!
He loved nothing more than laying on his back in my arms like a baby, just sleeping or giving me kisses. He loved attention and if I was busy, he would sit outside on the car bonnet miaowing piteously at passers-by, so they'd make a fuss of him, or better still ring the doorbell so that we'd let him in. Once inside, he'd belt through the house, out of the back door and round to the front to repeat the process all over again...
As far as hunting went, he never did get the hang of it - when other cats who came along later brought us back their trophies, Mowgli only twice came home with a proud "look at what I've got Mum" call........once he had an old paper tissue, the other an empty cigarette packet!! Once he was watching Tinker and Smudge playing with a sparrow they'd caught. He happened to have his mouth open when the sparrow escaped and fluttered straight into his mouth!! Mowgli didn't have the foggiest what to do with it, so gave it willingly to me. That was one lucky bird who got away!!

Sadly, old Moguls went out one day, never to be seen or heard of again..........

 

NEXT

HOME

BACK