The Last Purr

Motor passed away in the wee hours of this morning of liver failure. For twelve years he brought humor and joy to this family. His purr was so loud and intoxicating, just listening to it melted away any amount of stress of everyday life.

The following pictures are just a few of the special ones that we have of Mo.

Mo insisting that he should be packed up to go to college

This was his idea of comfort

Quite extraordinary, he would actually relax in the hammock falling asleep. He once woke to a snort of a buck staring down on him, but did not relinquish the hammock to the buck. He must have told the buck to go find his own hammock. 

This was Mo's bench 

This 45 year old rattan chair belonging to the Female Handler became "his" chair

He even tolerated being dressed up, as long as it was a Cool Dude Surfer shirt

'ole green eyes...

He was loved

Ricky, Mo’s best bud, is going to take over the blog.

 (joined at the tail...)