A Repost of Morgan Stories — Bringing up Morgan: Reflections | For animal lovers

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Editor’s note: Morgan passed in early January. I promised to post some stories from her early days here that make me smile. I hope they make you smile too! this one is from March 16, 2014.

So little, so sweet, so young

So little, so sweet, so young

Next month it will be a year since I first laid eyes on a sad one-eyed cat in a cage. I thought she was an old, special needs cat that no one would adopt. She was quiet when I saw her and her eye was pleading.

Morgan in laundry sink: This is so cool. There are so many neat hiding spots here!

Morgan in laundry sink: This is so cool. There are so many neat hiding spots here!

Boy was I wrong. She was a con artist posing as a sweet thing.

For the first two months here, she didn’t talk. She was sweet and didn’t annoy the other cats. In fact, she seemed to enjoy their company.

That was then. This is now.

Morgan with catnip: There's nothing like a martini before dinner.

Morgan with catnip: There’s nothing like a martini before dinner. Notice the stripe coloring that shows up in the sunlight. She is a totally charcoal grey cat. Many times grey and black cats have tiger stripes but the black obscures it. If you see Jake (an all black cat) in the right sunlight, you can see his stripes too.

She still enjoys their company but she shows it in a different way. She enjoys running over them, jumping on them, cutting them off at the pass if they are going somewhere. Sadly there are no pictures of these shenanigans! My camera isn’t quick enough.

Hazel and Mollie on bed: OMG! I think I heard her. She's flying up the steps. Look like you're sleeping!

Hazel and Mollie on bed: OMG! I think I heard her. She’s flying up the steps. Look like you’re sleeping! No, that won’t work. Make like you’re dead!

If they swat her, she will swat back. She has grown quite a bit and is a tall, long, lean cat. She’s not about the food and will not steal it but she does like to be fed first. Her mama never taught her manners. That’s apparent.

She enjoys the occasional scuffle, rolling around on the carpet, caterwauling loudly. Poor Mollie is usually the victim of those antics. Mollie is a mere 8 pounds compared to 10 pound Morgan. Morgan is also a head taller.

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Morgan: Dang! There’s a squirrel in my yard! Gotta get ’em! Gotta get ’em!

She chatters at the birds and squirrels outside. She must be coming up on two years old this spring but she acts more like a kitten. She doesn’t sleep much for a cat but prefers keeping an eye (no pun intended) on the great outdoors from her perch in front of the glass doors.

There are a lot of good things about her. She doesn’t wake us up or jump on the bed but waits patiently. Her cleanliness is perfect, never missing the litter box or pooping up her hindquarters.

In many ways she is still the six month old kitten. She will run over everyone to be first. She waits until I clean “the box” before jumping in to be the first to desecrate it.

She isn’t shy about that. Jake doesn’t like anyone watching him “go.” She doesn’t care. In fact she has asked us to post a YouTube of her litter box techniques! (Talk about porno…)

She doesn’t know how to walk. She can only run or gallop — up the steps, down the steps, around the house often in circles, sounding like a full-scale cattle stampede.

So far we only lost one broken item to her exuberance. I consider that good.

It’s amazing how youth and energy can change a household.

Jake: Listen Cupcake, youth smouth! There is something to be said about experience and maturity. Now get me some catnip and scratch my ears.

Jake: Listen Cupcake, youth smouth! There is something to be said about experience and maturity. Now get me some catnip and scratch my ears.

31 thoughts on “A Repost of Morgan Stories — Bringing up Morgan: Reflections | For animal lovers”

  1. Wow, what a character she was! I didn’t know her, so now I will, through these look backs.

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  2. Kate, it’s good you can now look back at your posts and pictures and smile about Morgan’s adventures and personality. I am glad you are reposting some of the funny and memorable posts since I was not following you when you first got Morgan, nor when you had Hazel or Jake. I believe I followed you when you lost Mollie. Morgan and Gracie filled up your posts with fun antics so I am not the only one that is sad they are no longer with us.

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  9. So sorry to hear about Morgan, but you gave her a great life. She was a lucky cat. I’m down to one cat now. Freddie just turned 13. He still has the zoomies every morning–up and down my 21 stairs and around the living room and my office. He’s also still a high jumper. The funny thing is that when he walks at “normal speed” or isn’t jumping around, he walks with a limp! Nice to see you are still keeping up your blog. I enjoyed reading it for many years. I keep threatening to start mine up again, but the days and weeks aren’t long enough… Maybe I’ll pop in to visit yours from time to time! Cheers, R

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    • I both long for the chaos and realize that it’s work. Gus is very playful and doesn’t sleep near as much as Sasha. He is annoying when I’m on the computer occasionally changing my screen. They are close in age but different in energy level except when it comes to catnip. Then it’s every cat for themselves!

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  11. What a magical tale of a special girl…..I know that dog people will tell me that each of them is totally different from the next – and I know that’s pretty much true – but it is INCREDIBLY true about cats. Morgan seems to have not only loved her life but lived it on her own terms. Gotta respect that! It’s so hard to lose a pet EVER but one that has made her mark in the family somehow leaves a bigger hole. Thanks for sharing a Morgan story – when people say “she was one of a kind” they are right.

    Hugs, Pam

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    • Morgan developed a trachea issue that the vets couldn’t diagnose. She had trouble breathing and we had to make a heartbreaking decision. It was during the holidays and all the vets who could do scans and scopes were on vacation. Medications didn’t help. It was devastating because she was healthy in every other way.

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