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  Moo, unsure about the greater world  Pest control came out and confirmed what we suspected—our house is hosting a full-blown rodent convention. Mice in the walls. One rat. And eight cats… who are absolutely scandalized. These are street rescues. Survivors. Cats who once knew the wild. But when a real mouse scurries across the floor? They freeze. They flee. They look at me like, “You expect us to handle that?” Except for Moo. Moo is the Uncat. Moo doesn’t cuddle. Moo doesn’t play. Moo doesn’t socialize. But Moo does patrol the catio and adjacent room with surgical precision. No fuss. No hesitation. One swift zap, and the mouse is history. That space is his domain, and he keeps it rodent-free. Try to bring Moo into the rest of the house, though? He wails. He trembles. He pleads to return to his post. Moo is a specialist. A one-room legend. Meanwhile, the other cats? They adore toy mice. Plush ones, crinkly ones, feathered ones. They bat them across the floor with glee. T...

  Moo yucking Because we found some unwanted guests emanating from Tiger (worms, probably pre-installed before he moved here from an insect-infested apartment), the whole feline crew got a dose of deworming. Moo, our lanky teenage optimist, was thrilled —a new experience! He even opened his mouth like a baby bird, ready for the mystery morsel. I dropped in the pill. And then… betrayal. His eyes widened in cinematic disbelief. Was this poison? With operatic flair, he launched the pill halfway across the room, then began a dramatic tongue routine—rapid in-out flicks, punctuated by a chorus of “yuck, yuck, yuck, yuck…” that lasted a full minute. The only meow he ever uses came next—a high-pitched squeal of accusation. Then, with the dignity of a wronged prince, he turned his back, leapt off the counter, and vanished into the bedroom. Guess we’re shopping for the liquid version. For more posts about Moo (the un-cat), click HERE . Learn more about cats. See our many  Caturda...

  Moo, personality plus, cleaning his paws, without a worry in the world All cats are unique. No two are alike even if they are the same breed or from the same litter, Like people, But Moo is particularly unique. MOO was trapped as a feral kitten on the streets, TNR'd, and delivered to a shelter for adoption, but nobody wanted him. Not even the shelter, where he was so frightened that he did not move from one spot in two days, urinating and defecating on himself, not eating, and trembling non-stop. They called the TNR liaison and asked her to take him back and put him on the street, that he was not adoptable. Instead, she called me. He was just a scared kitten, about 12 weeks. He had no happy space of his own, no toys, no chance not to be on display. We put him by himself in our cat room, with toys, trees, food, water, and litter. All his own. We intruded only to refill and clean dishes. He began to explore and to play with the toys. Then, we invited super friendly, giant cat (but ...