Bennette left for the Rainbow Bridge on May 4th. She had been ill for awhile, but it was still sudden and a shock for us.
She wanted to say goodbye herself.
I came to my family at the very end of September in 2008. This is how they first saw me. I had made a nest in one of Jonesie's gardens. I knew I was charming them because they started calling me Miss Got Milk because of my milk mustache.
On October 1st, I took advantage of a rare opportunity. Grete, the new woofie at the time, was spending the night at the vet recovering from the first of her elbow surgeries. With the coast clear, being the opportunist I was, I made my move. It was my
target's mom's birthday and while they were having dinner I knocked at the door. Like a proper visitor. They opened the door and I simply walked in. Like I owned the place. The best birthday present my mom ever received.
This next photo is about a week later after I had firmly established myself as a member of the family. They shortened my name...Miss Got Milk to G-Moo, a nickname that stuck with me always. I was formerly named Bennette, after another loved stray Benjamin. Mom was fairly certain we were litter mates.
I established myself as totally in control and in charge. Mom and dad said they had never met a cat who was so totally self aware and comfortable in her own fur. Ha! That was me! Don't let this picture below fool you. I liked to throw mild punches, but I adored my best friend Ellie. We were very close and were often sleeping together. I always wished that Ellie was my mom. I adored her giving me baths.
I was always willing to curl up and help my mom watch The Tour de France.
I had a very kissable face.
I had 8 of the best years of my life with my family. I never did reveal how I became homeless so that part of my story will always be a mystery. What I do know is that I chose my new family well. We had the best of times together. I was well loved.