No home is complete without a pet

When does a house become a home? When you add a pet to the mix.


Our dear cat Mutombo had a stroke Thursday night and we had to put him to sleep Friday night. He lost the use of his hind legs on one side and though he tried, he could only walk two steps before falling. He was having other issues too so we had to make the awful decision to say goodbye.


For almost 10 years Mutombo was always right by my side. After my Laser died, we went to the SPCA for a cat. I had another one in mind, but this black and white tuxedo cat reached out the cage and grabbed me. Who can resist that? We named him after our favorite 76ers player at the time, Dikembe Mutombo.


Just like his namesake, our Mutombo loved people. And we loved him.


Mutombo wasn't supposed to hang out in my dresser drawer, but anytime a door or drawer opened anywhere in the house, he just had to check it out.

Mutombo wasn't supposed to hang out in my dresser drawer, but anytime a door or drawer opened anywhere in the house, he just had to check it out.

When I came home from work he greeted me at the door. And it wasn’t just because he was hungry, though at 20 pounds, he usually was.


If I was working at home, he’d be right at my feet and even try to jump up and sit on my arm. He wasn’t allowed on our new furniture so I’d quickly shush him down. His feelings wouldn’t even get hurt. He just settle down where he could stare at me.  No, he didn’t make me a better journalist, but he sure made me a happier one.


If I was sewing, he was always in the room. His favorite spot was under the sewing machine table. If I had to get up for something and he’d jump on my chair.


If we slept, he did too. O.K. he was a cat, he slept 20 out of every 24 hours. He was always looking for an opportunity to sleep, anywhere.


We have a big hole in our lives today. We lost our friend, our family member.


For those readers who don’t understand the bond between a human and a fur ball, let me enlighten you.


A cat (or dog if you must) gives you a reason to get up in the morning. After all, you have to feed the little guy.

You never have to be sick alone. Cats don’t care if you sniffle or smell. They love you anyway. Mutombo actually knew when we didn’t feel well. If my husband Ronnie wasn’t feeling well or was in pain, he’d go to bed. So would Mutombo. Of course, he’s a cat. He didn’t care where he slept, just that he could sleep.

A cat (or dog if you’re so inclined) gives you a reason to put up a Christmas tree.  After all, a cat batting around ornaments makes your tree a moving feature in your living room.


A cat (or dog if you really have to) gives you a reason to vacuum all the time.  You will have hair all over the place and love it.


Most of all, a cat (yes, and a dog) gives you unconditional love. And let’s face it. We all need that.

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