Remembering Moe

Moe (aka "Moefus") was euthanized at the Cherokee Animal Clinic on December 20, 2007. She was 18 years old at the time of her death.

Born under an abandoned house on Jackson Street in Louisville circa Derby Day 1989, she was a free spirit, an adventurer and an entertainer. She was adopted by her human family a few days after a little girl said, "I dreamed I had a kitten named Moe."

Despite her small size (she never weighed more than six pounds in her entire life) Moe was a fearless hunter of birds and small mammals, spending long summer days in the woods behind her house on Ewing Avenue in the company of racoons, groundhogs, snakes and squirrels. She disliked dogs.

She once took an unannounced 10-day journey on foot from Crescent Hill to the Highlands and back, causing severe distress in her human family and the posting of numerous "LOST CAT" flyers. When asked why she left she said, "Meow (just wanted to see if I could find our old house)." She lost two pounds and suffered sunburned ears as a result of the long trip. She never travelled that far from home again.

She loved ice cream, Purina Cat Chow, and in her later years, Fancy Feast (the chicken varieties). Although she told everyone that her job in life was "to be purely decorative," her many hobbies included shedding, sharpening her claws on antiques and napping. In the months before her death, she learned to sing (Opera) with a strong contralto voice and began wearing her fur in dreadlocks, saying "Why the hell not? I'm old, I can do whatever I want."

She asked that her death notice NOT include the words "went to live on a farm" and that expressions of sympathy go to the North American Songbird Preservation Society ("... to help replace the hundreds I've eaten in my lifetime.")

She leaves behind her loving human family and many, many friends.