Meeting Moish

My cat Moish came into my life as unexpectedly as possible.  It was a bitter cold March evening while walking home from dinner that fate came into play.  For some reason I took a different route than normal.  I was tipsy from wine.  A woman walked past with a little girl carrying a cat carrier.  As I was crossing the street, she said in broken English: “miss, miss, you want cat? I found just down street, take please.”  I told her to take the cat to the ASPCA which she didn’t understand.  It was dark out and I couldn’t see a thing.  On a whim I said “fine, give it to me!”  My imbibed state quickly thought “what the hell am I doing? I can’t deal with this.”  Up to my apartment I went, weirded out by the situation.
I put the carrier down, took off my coat, and prepared for whatever creature was about to walk out.  Thoughts of disaster arose, what if it’s a skunk? or a raccoon?  I opened the door and out came the most beautiful, soulful, confused cat imaginable.  I was stunned.  He wore a collar with an address and phone number on it, and I knew I was now going to have to track his owner down.  I went to the store, bought a foil roasting pan, litter, and food, and decided it was too late to do anything.  This male feline paced around my apartment, obviously agitated.  When I got into bed a couple of hours later he came in, jumped up, and fell into my arms like a needy baby. This little guy who craved warmth, touch, affection was now with me. I was hesitant about cuddling with him because he had what I thought could be a tumor, or worse, an infected cyst with maggots inside.
The next day I called the number on his collar, and the woman who answered said she had no idea why her number was on the collar.  She swore she didn’t have a cat and sounded sincere.  I next walked over to the address a few blocks from me and rang the buzzer.  A woman who answered started screaming out the window psychotically to get the hell away.  She was insane, and no way was I going to try to reason with her.  When I returned home it hit me:  I have a cat, like it or not.
I ended up spending the next year and eight months with Moish.  Unbeknownst to me he was way older than I thought and turned out to be quite sick.  The time I spent with him was remarkable.  Our bond was so tight and I loved him as much as humanly possible.  His destiny was to pass away with me, and as painful as that was, I wouldn’t change knowing Moish Hoffman for the world.



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