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| Name: |
Moka
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Age: |
Two and a half years old
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| Gender: |
Male
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Kind: |
Domestic short hair
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| Home: |
Gatineau, Québec, Canada
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I
adopted Moka from the humane society in Ottawa, Ontario, Canada. The cat
was six months old at the time and according to the papers filled out by
the previous owners, it was a female. This was exactly what I was looking
for. However, when I brought Moka to the vet a year later for his annual
follow-up, the assistant thought that the cat was a surprisingly large
female... Moments later, the vet told me that Moka was not the delicate
female I thought I had adopted, but rather a fifteen-pound male! I was relieved
to have picked a neutral name for him, but it was still very hard after a
year to start using the correct pronouns for him! This story will make us
laugh for a very long time.
When I brought Moka home, I was about to move on my own for the first time
and was looking forward to having him bring life and love to my apartment.
He was with me to start a new chapter in my life, and I was happy to have
him play in bed with me at night, sit on my lap while I was in the
computer, and greet me with his kisses when I came home. He is now living
with my boyfriend and I in Gatineau, Québec. He enjoys regular visits
from Oscar, a 100-pound yellow lab; Moka was terrified by him at first but
now rolls on his back in front of Oscar in complete trust and even enjoys
the casual kiss from him. Moka also loves being baby-sat at his
grand-parents‚ at their place with his friend Mamzel, a small bichon
frisé who gets a bit jealous when Moka gets all the attention. But
who could resist him, really?
As a kitten, Moka used to bite a lot, which made some people afraid of
him, and would eat any food we left in his sight, so we had to control his
portions carefully. Now two and a half years old, he has kept some of his
unique personality traits (which is what makes him special) but has become
very loving and affectionate. His favorite pastimes include playing in
water and drinking from the tap in the bathroom sink, hiding in a paper
bag and sitting on top of it to hear it crackle, and having conversations
with humans. We often can understand clearly what he is trying to say, as
if he was speaking! And now, he won‚t eat unless we are at his side,
so we get woken up early on weekends by a distinctive meow. He greets us
by rubbing his face in the living room window when we come home, and then
quickly runs to the door and plays dead as we get in, knowing very well
that we will quickly bend down to pet him.
Even though I thought I had adopted a delicate female, he is now my big
eighteen-pound boy and I could not imagine it being any other way!
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