Mober

Mober Janae Sinclair was born the summer before I went into 5th grade. I remember the anticipation of her and her siblings arrival like it was yesterday. Her mom, Delta, was a neighborhood stray who was as sweet as could be. Thankfully mom and dad had a soft spot for animals so we fed and loved on her like crazy. Before long, she got pregnant (scandalous!) and we were expecting kittens! Oh, they were the cutest, tiniest little things. One orange one in particular captured our hearts with her constant purring, and it was decided that she was going to stay. For good.

The others were found loving homes or eventually ran away, and then one day Delta just stopped coming around. But we still had our little Mober (given her name due to her “motor” like noises.)

We used to say that Mober’s identical twin brother would occasionally come by for a visit, but they never seemed too interested in maintaining a relationship. I think he was jealous of her luxurious lifestyle compared to his street life…her circulating water bowl, fancy food, toys galore, heated bed, and endless love and attention. I mean, who wouldn’t be envious of that?

Growing up, she made her rounds at night and almost always found one of our necks to snuggle into. (I’m so thankful that Tom got to experience this Mober-ism during one of our visits.) And once we’d all left home, her nightly routine consisted of crawling up on dad’s chest and being petted for as long as she deemed necessary. You’d often hear her making a racquet as she played with toys and zipped around the kitchen floor in the middle of the night. She could stare out the window for hours and loved watching the birds and squirrels from the comfort of the back yard. Her meow was adorable, and she always let you know when it was time to eat. I loved being greeted by her at the front door whenever we came home.

She was a shoulder/lap preferrin’, cat nip cravin’, bird watchin’, midnight rippin’, sunlight lovin’ cat.

Mober would have been 19 this coming Saturday (my dad remembers the exact date…so sweet.) Out of love and respect, my parents made the difficult decision to put her down yesterday. They held her for as long as they could while she peacefully passed away. She had stopped eating and was very thin. Her kidneys weren’t functioning properly and she’d lost that kitten spunk that she’d held on to far past the kitten stage. It was definitely time, and while I realize not everyone is a cat person – she was a part of the Sinclair family for almost two decades and she’ll be missed.

19 years old.

That's one great, long, fun, happy cat life.

Boy was she loved.

Here she is "meeting" Gwendolyn when we were home only 2 weeks after she was born - April 2011. She was probably jealous of Gwendolyn's position on Grandpa's shoulder *smile.

And again checkin' out baby Gwendolyn over the 4th of July three months later - July 2011. She always put up with the grandbabies so well.

And the last picture take of her yesterday morning sunning herself on the deck (one of her all-time favorite activities) while mom and dad had breakfast.

You were the best cat ever, Mobie! Love and miss you...

-------------------------------

Cats are Wonderful Friends

Gentle eyes that see so much,

paws that have the quiet touch,

Purrs to signal "all is well"

and show more love than words could tell.

Graceful movements touched with pride,

a calming presence by our side -

A friendship that takes time to grow -

Small wonder why we love them so.

-- Author Unknown