Yes, it’s about Morgan. She is the most interesting creature in the household and that includes the beloved husband and me.
It’s been a year since she came to live with us. She had one eye and had just spent five months in a cage at the shelter. Initially she was a gentle soul. She didn’t speak for the first three months. She made no noise at all. Anything made her happy. I would describe her as grateful.
Ha! That lasted three months!
During her initial weeklong isolation in a room, she was very content. It was so much better than a cage and she could be happy there for a long time. There were windows and sunlight. The only thing missing was companionship. She got a lot of visitors but that’s not the same as cat BFFs.
Fast forward a couple of months. She has the run of the house now – which brings an opportunity to make cat friends. She loves friends of any species. She is fearless and will make friends with anyone.
At first she deferred to the other cats and just enjoyed being in their company. She was smaller than all except Mollie. When she got overactive, she received a head whomp from Jake and that would quiet her down.
Fast forward more. Sometime over the winter she lost all sense of shyness. She yells at the birds and squirrels and sometimes even me. She is first in line for anything and there are no head whomps (she will head whomp back with the best of them)!
She doesn’t always answer to her name but she does respond to certain words. “Out” which means passage to the screened porch will bring her running from anywhere in the house, even if it’s whispered to another cat.
The sound of the cat food can opening will also bring her out but she’s not about the food. She likes to smell it. She takes two bites and comes back later when she has more time. She is a very busy cat.
She is as tall as Jake (which is tall for a cat) but thin. Remember it’s not about the food. She can run over them all which she does if they are in the way of her and the “out” door or anywhere else she wants to go.
She runs throughout the house — up the stairs, down the stairs. She must log many miles every day. She’s very fast and very sleek.
She enjoys Mollie because Mollie is much smaller. She can sit on her which doesn’t make Mollie happy.
She enjoys Hazel. Hazel is built like a fireplug and moves slowly so Morgan not only jumps over her but can sit on a part of her too. Where Mollie will growl at her, Hazel will purr. She likes that.
Morgan and Jake on the same chair. Of course Morgan has to be higher. Jake is thinking “Philistine!” The lighting makes her look like a black cat but she’s gray.
She’s not real crazy about Jake but the feelings are mutual. She tries to engage him in play. He responds with hairy eye rolls and the cat equivalent of “Really?”
When she runs, she sounds like a herd of elephants (not that I know what that really sounds like).
There are some important firsts for her.
She must be first after the litter box is cleaned.
She must be fed first although she rarely eats it all.
She must be first when the door is opened to the porch.
She sits where ever she wants. If someone is already sitting there, she will squeeze in until they move over or just plain move. This is especially true of the computer area where seating is at a premium.
She has moved on from some earlier behaviors such as pulling all my sweaters off the shelf to use them for sleeping. I did not find any humor in finding my best sweater next to her litter box.
Despite the fact that she runs much of the house she doesn’t have bad habits like waking us up at 3 a.m. or anytime really, inappropriate pooping or fighting with the other cats.
She amuses herself and is content in her own company. Maybe that comes from spending months in a cage.
She is not a shy shrinking violet but a force to be reckoned with or hugged and smothered with smooches.
In another year or two she may spend much of her time sleeping so I am enjoying these days.



How many cats live with you??? Morgan is my kind of kitty! But, on the other hand, all kitties are “my kind!”
Morgan reminds me of our Kitty. He was gray and seemed to be about the same size as Morgan. And he had a personality similar to the one you describe for Morgan. Kitty had both eyes and perfect vision and he was my best friend. Seeing a photo of Morgan brings back a rush of difficult memories. But life happens. Please give Morgan a warm, loving hug for both of us – myself and my wife, Violet.
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Sadly Morgan passed in January. These stories are from her early days here. I have two cats now. I had 4 for many years.
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So sorry to hear about Morgan’s passing. I hope I did not cause any discomfort for you with my comments.
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You did not.
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Best regards . . . . .
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She was such a busy, active girl! You gave her such a happy life, and I know she did the same for you 🙂
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I forgot so much about her young days. Still miss her.
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Of course! She was your baby for a long time! Their personalities (purrsonalities) really make them each so special.
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I’m thinking “life of the party” is an apt descriptor.
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When she was young, definitely!
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Pulling your sweaters off the shelf – now that is mischievous!
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She liked cushy things. These are some of the things I forgot about her. She always liked to nap on clothes on a closet shelf but she stopped pulling them down.
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I met Felix my friends cat last month, a beautiful big (17lb) tuxedo cat with lots of soft fur. She can only sleep cuddled under a blanket and someone has to tuck her in. Must be a security thing.
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Or a texture thing. Sasha has a thing for fleece. She will suck on it. Must feel like mom.
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What fun memories you have of sweet Morgan – no wonder you called her “the perfect cat”. I got a kick out of your line “I did not find any humor in finding my best sweater next to her litter box.” 🙂
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She had her moments but overall was a perfect cat. Still miss her every day.
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She was glad she became part of a family, so she wanted to please everyone. I’m sure you would miss her … her passing was too soon after Gracie.
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I wish I could have heard her yell at you. 🙂
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It was very ladylike but with purpose.
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I enjoyed the story and photos.
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Thanks!
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Ah, Hazel. She was one of my favs!
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How can you not love a fireplug?
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Hazel looks proper meaty! Lovely to hear stories about your past cats.
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Hazel was meaty. I had to put her on a diet which was challenging. She could steal food like no other but eventually she lost over 4 lbs. That’s a lot for a cat.
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4lbs is most of Catorze’s weight!
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Exactly. She would have squashed him!
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So lovely.
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Thanks!
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So many fun facts about Morgan🩶 Lots of personality packed into that svelte body. I think she was an introvert with bouts of extroversion. There is just something charming about the fact that you said you thought she was grateful and content in her own company. This post did make me smile and Morgan makes me smile. And the thought of hugging her and smothering her with smooches sounds sweet.
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She didn’t like the smoochy stuff like Sasha does but she tolerated it. It always ended in with a good reward.
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I love her because she put up with it!
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❤️
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I’m enjoying these Morgan posts.
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Thanks. It’s been fun for me to reread all these old posts. Morgan was so little in these pictures! I forgot that.
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I love how this story unpeels the layers of Morgan. So sweet. She was quite the ‘dame.’
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I forgot so much of this stuff. I remember wanting to be the first to desecrate a newly cleaned litterbox because she never outgrew that!
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Every cat in this post is gone. Cats don’t live long enough by half!
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I thought the same thing and re-mourned each one.
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I enjoyed this story of Morgan even more than usual. You have shown her personality wonderfully well. I wish again after reading this, that we had been neighbors and I had a chance to meet her and the others of course. What a loving Auntie I would have been.
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Morgan loved people especially when she was young. You would have been best buddies!
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I am loving your series of “Memories of Morgan”……she certainly was her own woman (!). Gotta love that and in fact it’s one of the things I like about cats – they are truly one of a kind. They have friends and family and they display just about every possible behavior (usually in a five minute period!). To this day I remember the unique qualities of all the cats I’ve shared my life with through these many years. I love remembering all of that. Morgan made a permanent impression in her home and your hearts……and I’m SURE she’s still keeping an eye on all of you!
Hugs, Pam
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Morgan was the last of my true “Welly cats.” I lived on Wellington Drive when I had Jake, Mollie, Hazel and Morgan. Sasha and Gus lived there for a very short time. I don’t consider them “Welly cats.” The old house was big and made for multiple cats and their shenanigans.
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