|Patrick "Pat" Muldoon the Third|
The Naviguesser liked to call him "Mr Slinkman" or "Uncle Slinky" for reasons best known only to him. (I think it was the way Pat would slink about the house in his cat way.)
The Nuke gave him the nickname Patrick Muldoon the Third. No, he wasn't the third of his name, it was just a name which tickled her fancy. Pat seemed to like it too.
We also called him "Pooh" or "Pooh Bear," no doubt because his brother's name was Tiger (pronounced "tigger.") Winnie the Pooh and Tigger were no doubt the inspiration for that nickname.
He and his brother joined the family when they were six weeks old. Little things who were constantly exploring and getting into trouble. Never a bother, always entertaining.
Tiger didn't make it back to the States with us. He passed away at the young age of five, a victim of bad kidneys. His spirit (and his ashes) came home with us in 1999.
Pat survived his ride in the belly of our aircraft, cooped up in his kennel for the seven hour trip. When we collected him at Bradley, his fur and his dignity were ruffled but intact.
Pat passed away suddenly, twelve years ago today. He was ten.
It was a shock.
He was a good boy, a good friend and a very playful and affectionate cat.
He was loved so much.
He is missed so much.
It still hurts...