Moomoo

Four months ago, he came into our lives as a sick, dying, abandoned and lost kitten. 

We didn't know where he came from, or how he landed up in our garden.

But when we first spotted him, he ran up to us and began purring.

So we decided to keep him.

This picture was taken around a week ago.

Moomoo.

Moomoo was the most lovable and friendly cat I have ever known. He was a like prince. We named him Moomoo because... he looked like a cow. Really. A black and white cow.

He was very ill when we discovered him, suffering from diarrhea and fever. His eyes were covered in white film. He was filthy and dirty. It took us a while to realize he was lactose intolerant. He would walk in a strange manner, his shoulder blades sticking out in the oddest ways whenever he moved. He was a hunchback. He couldn't meow; only whimper. He could not land on his feet when he jumped.

This is how he was in the beginning. Weak and frail, but adorable.

It took us a lot of time and effort to take care of him. We cleaned him, fed him properly, made him sleep inside the house (regardless of the fact that he was absolutely restless to go outside). He learned how to use a litter box in just one try. He was very smart, and it was obvious that he appreciated all the efforts we made for him, because he exuded SO much love and affection that it was almost extraordinary.

Moomoo and my brother watching funny cat videos together

Moomoo hugging his imaginary friend and sleeping.

Chillin'

He was extremely friendly with everybody. He would climb onto guests' laps and fall asleep. He used to give us bumps with his wet nose, signifying kisses. He would gently headbutt us, which is a sign on friendship. He was very quiet and would never meow loudly. His purring was non-ending. He loved playing with ping pong balls.

My other cat, Kuchi, who is 2 years old, also became very attached to him. They would play together and sleep cuddled with one another. Moomoo used to cover Kuchi's litter if Kuchi ever felt lazy. Moomoo would lick Kuchi's fur and groom her. They were the best of friends. They shared their food and water bowls and litter box with no qualms.

In the beginning

Sleeping on the bed together, recently.

Moomoo came like an angel into our lives. He grew up to be a strong and healthy cat. He recovered from all his illnesses. Whenever he was around, any stress and tension we had was reduced considerably. His habits were amazing and adorable, such as sleeping on the bed snuggled between the pillows and blankets, enjoying being bathed, rolling around in a patch of sunlight like a dog, licking my brother as if he were Moomoo's own kitten.

Being a complete prince

Spot Moomoo!

Enjoying the rain in the balcony

Moomoo's first girlfriend

This is how he slept!

Chanel model

He really loved Ishq-E-Mamnoon.

Moomoo passed away this morning. He was found dead in the middle of the road outside the house. He had been missing since yesterday, but we didn't think much of his disappearance because he enjoyed being outside the house and had gone for days at a time and come back just fine. Little did we know that we would never get him back this time around. He was not run over, because there were no external injuries. We can only assume what happened to him. Perhaps he ate something poisonous or he was really sick internally and we knew nothing about it. His prior checkups at the vet had not revealed anything. He was just stiff, in the middle of the road. It's a miracle that no car ran over him after his death till the time he was discovered.

Moomoo has been buried on the grassy patch outside our house. Everyone in our family is devastated. He was everybody's favourite. He was the best cat in the entire world, and we loved him with all our hearts. 

The last picture of Moomoo, taken two days ago:

He was sleeping this way and we woke him up and he started meowing at my brother without moving.

We love him. May he be granted a palace in cat heaven.