MoMo was put to rest yesterday after discovering that her kidneys were failing. She had lost several pounds over the past few days, so we took her in for some blood work, the results of which were not good. Fortunately, we were able to dedicate some time with her on Christmas night after several weeks of focusing solely on Evan. Jenn and I envisioned Evan growing up to know (and torment) MoMo, but alas, that was not in the cards.
She was not always the friendliest cat to strangers (or even to me), but that was what made her unique and memorable. People well outside of our inner circle of friends/family knew of her reputation, and everyone that met her has some sort of story to tell about it. She had earned several additional names (MoMonster, the Kracken, Krazy Katze, and most recently Paris) due to her behavior and personality. Even in her last days, she was causing trouble as she always had. Here she is attempting to reach the buttery breakfast griddle Christmas morning:
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