I say "people", because Muldoon, (or Mully or The Mul as he will always affectionately be known) was the loveliest and bestest friend you could have. I swear he was almost human.
I know people think cats can't be loyal, and I've had enough in my time to know, yes, that can be the case, but Mul WAS loyal, and OK, the added bonus of a few fishy biscuits helped, but he was truely one on his own, there will never be another Mul.
I met Muldoon back in September 2000 in Brackla, Bridgend, South Wales as I was living in Cardiff. A lady I worked with said a stray had given birth to 2 kittens under her spare bed and was anyone interested, me, being a total sucker for cats went along that weekend, and there he was, the tiny kitten with huge monster paws, and my life was never the same.
We'd been through alot together me and Mul. He'd been with me for 7 years, and in that time, we'd had 3 houses in Cardiff, one in Cheshire and another in Warwickshire, his last home, a happy home. He didn't venture far, although he had a reputation as a bruiser (we didn't call him Brutus for nothing!), but he always came home to his Momma (me), and for that, I am glad, otherwise I would never have known how poorly he was.
Anyway, it's fair to say, he was one hell of a boy. The size of a small dog, and the tolerance of my hungry husband, Mul took no **** from anyone, with the exception of me, because I was his mum. The lovely thing about Muldoon was despite his size (he was massive - honest), his sometimes grumpy temperament, he'd do anything for a big dose of fuss and to beable to sit close to me, even on the floor by my feet! He was a gentle giant, who even at the end, was happy for his Mum to give his a big stroke and tell him how handsome he was.
Everyone who came into contact with The Mul never forgot him, and not just because they always received a customary Muldoon bite on the arm, but because he had a hell of alot of presence, and now that he's no longer walking this earth, he's left a gap so huge it's proving very difficult to fill, after all, this is the cat that launched two coffee shops and a thousand made up songs, you don't get over that in a hurry, and neither do I want to, because he has left me, and anyone who knew him with brilliant and happy memories.
But it wasn't all smooth sailing, there's been near fatal car accidents, going AWOL, food intolerance's and endless territorial fights, so I guess he'd finally used all his 9 lives, which is a bit sad really since he was still only young, but there we go, we don't usually get to choose when our ticket's up.
Anyway, he's back with us, forever in our garden, where I can watch over him, and he watches over us (and keeps Millie is ship-shape), so I'd like to say thank you to Muldoon for many happy and sometimes stressful years, and that it was truly a privilege to have met and known you. I do hope you're happy now, and enjoying real fish, and not that crap I've been serving you the past 7 years.
Well, fella, time to say goodbye, and to let you know you've already left your legacy and I hope you don't go biting all those other cats in cat heaven, because I'm not there to bail you out anymore. See you sometime, miss you deeply, my good friend. Love Momma. xxxxxxx
MULDOON RODERICK Sept 2000 - October 2007.