Mootsie (rhymes with Footsie) was a tiny, 5 pound black-and-white cat who belonged to my mother, Margaret Kinander, but in reality belonged to everyone she came in contact with. My daughter and I picked her out from a local animal shelter with dire warnings from the shelter staff that we did NOT want THIS cat ... she was a terror and hated everyone and everything. But my mother, living alone in the middle of Manhattan, was in need of a little companion and we knew that this tiny terror would be just fine.
My mother named her Mootsie, in memory of her first cat that she had as a child. Since my mother taught classical piano and coached classical vocal students, Mootsie was involved as the welcoming committee to one and all. When students came for their lessons, Mootsie would escort them in to the pianos and see that everything was in order for my mother to start the lessons. Then, as the lessons and coaching sessions progressed, Mootise sat on the couch and observed the entire proceedings, making comments every now and then in a tiny, but insistent voice.
When my mother became ill and had to be admitted to a nursing home, we took Mootsie to live with us here in Denville, as a dear member of the family and as a companion for our animals. They were all frightened out of their wits over her and she ruled the house with an iron paw.
During the summer of 2005, Mootsie began to fail but all veterinary tests came back normal. On the evening of October 13, 2005, my mother passed away in the nursing home and I went to tell Mootsie that her Mommy had gone. To my astonishment, she threw her head back and gave out the most heart-rending howl and cry. She knew, as only animals do.
On the evening of December 12, 2005, Mootsie went to join her Mommy, having slid downhill at a very fast rate. We miss her little (but at the same time, gigantic) presence greatly and she will always hold a special spot in our hearts.
My mother named her Mootsie, in memory of her first cat that she had as a child. Since my mother taught classical piano and coached classical vocal students, Mootsie was involved as the welcoming committee to one and all. When students came for their lessons, Mootsie would escort them in to the pianos and see that everything was in order for my mother to start the lessons. Then, as the lessons and coaching sessions progressed, Mootise sat on the couch and observed the entire proceedings, making comments every now and then in a tiny, but insistent voice.
When my mother became ill and had to be admitted to a nursing home, we took Mootsie to live with us here in Denville, as a dear member of the family and as a companion for our animals. They were all frightened out of their wits over her and she ruled the house with an iron paw.
During the summer of 2005, Mootsie began to fail but all veterinary tests came back normal. On the evening of October 13, 2005, my mother passed away in the nursing home and I went to tell Mootsie that her Mommy had gone. To my astonishment, she threw her head back and gave out the most heart-rending howl and cry. She knew, as only animals do.
On the evening of December 12, 2005, Mootsie went to join her Mommy, having slid downhill at a very fast rate. We miss her little (but at the same time, gigantic) presence greatly and she will always hold a special spot in our hearts.
Mootsie (rhymes with Footsie) was a tiny, 5 pound black-and-white cat who belonged to my mother, Margaret Kinander, but in reality belonged to everyone she came in contact with. My daughter and I picked her out from a local animal shelter with dire warnings from the shelter staff that we did NOT want THIS cat ... she was a terror and hated everyone and everything. But my mother, living alone in the middle of Manhattan, was in need of a little companion and we knew that this tiny terror would be just fine.
My mother named her Mootsie, in memory of her first cat that she had as a child. Since my mother taught classical piano and coached classical vocal students, Mootsie was involved as the welcoming committee to one and all. When students came for their lessons, Mootsie would escort them in to the pianos and see that everything was in order for my mother to start the lessons. Then, as the lessons and coaching sessions progressed, Mootise sat on the couch and observed the entire proceedings, making comments every now and then in a tiny, but insistent voice.
When my mother became ill and had to be admitted to a nursing home, we took Mootsie to live with us here in Denville, as a dear member of the family and as a companion for our animals. They were all frightened out of their wits over her and she ruled the house with an iron paw.
During the summer of 2005, Mootsie began to fail but all veterinary tests came back normal. On the evening of October 13, 2005, my mother passed away in the nursing home and I went to tell Mootsie that her Mommy had gone. To my astonishment, she threw her head back and gave out the most heart-rending howl and cry. She knew, as only animals do.
On the evening of December 12, 2005, Mootsie went to join her Mommy, having slid downhill at a very fast rate. We miss her little (but at the same time, gigantic) presence greatly and she will always hold a special spot in our hearts.
My mother named her Mootsie, in memory of her first cat that she had as a child. Since my mother taught classical piano and coached classical vocal students, Mootsie was involved as the welcoming committee to one and all. When students came for their lessons, Mootsie would escort them in to the pianos and see that everything was in order for my mother to start the lessons. Then, as the lessons and coaching sessions progressed, Mootise sat on the couch and observed the entire proceedings, making comments every now and then in a tiny, but insistent voice.
When my mother became ill and had to be admitted to a nursing home, we took Mootsie to live with us here in Denville, as a dear member of the family and as a companion for our animals. They were all frightened out of their wits over her and she ruled the house with an iron paw.
During the summer of 2005, Mootsie began to fail but all veterinary tests came back normal. On the evening of October 13, 2005, my mother passed away in the nursing home and I went to tell Mootsie that her Mommy had gone. To my astonishment, she threw her head back and gave out the most heart-rending howl and cry. She knew, as only animals do.
On the evening of December 12, 2005, Mootsie went to join her Mommy, having slid downhill at a very fast rate. We miss her little (but at the same time, gigantic) presence greatly and she will always hold a special spot in our hearts.
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