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Kitty Menoo. When I was young and stupid, I was married to the wrong woman. I didn't know it at the time and for a brief while, I was blissfully ignorant. She had a cat. She had an absolutely gorgeous silvery grey cat with long, luxurious hair and deep green eyes. The cat was officially named Menoo, but only answered to Kitty. I'm not sure if this was a ploy for self amusement or cat humor in its finest form, but "Kitty" Menoo was special. She was born with a crooked tail that was about a third the length of a normal (proportionate) cat tail. She was a princess. When my ex and I first got together, said cat was, as many cats can be, a bitch. When my ex got into a terrible accident and fell on a penis when I was 8000 miles away defending our country, the cat was still a bitch. When I booted the ex to the curb and inherited sole custody of the cat, the cat softened up a little and began to see that there was more to life than elitist cat antics. Years past and Kitty grew into a wonderful and nurturing big sister to my baby Penny and really evolved into a huge bundle of love... with a little attitude so no one forgot where she came from. The short form of a longer story amounts to Kitty residing with my mother in my home town while Penny and Bianca stayed with me. Recently, Kitty has been battling a strange illness that was thought to be some form of cancer. Today, after conferring with the vet that there was no hope for her, my mother had Kitty put down. I cried. It is really like losing a friend or family member. I don't dress my pets in silly clothes or talk to them in baby talk gibberish, but I love them bunches and Kitty's death hurts. For what it's worth... I just wanted to share. She was almost 14 and I've had her most of her life. God bless "Kitty" Menoo. Rest in peace.