Yesterday was a sad Sunday. Musetto, one of our older garden cats, died unexpectedly. This was a cat that we nicknamed “Survival,” and I think we all thought she was invincible – at least a little bit. Musetto was about 9 years old and was one of the first kittens of the big fluffy momma cat Patù (who is also the mother of Puffy). She earned her name Musetto, which comes from the word “muso” meaning snout, since she had a rather distinctive little face. There’s also the expression “Che bel musetto,” which means “What a cute/ pretty face.” Often it’s used to describe cute little kittens. Musetto wasn’t a beauty queen among cats, but her sweet nature and persistence against the seemingly constant challenges in her cat life made her one of the cats we always looked out for the most. She needed us just as much as we needed her “bel musetto” waiting patiently for us at the bottom of the stairs at the end of a long day.
Musetto was a fixture in the garden. It was strange this morning opening the windows and not seeing her little face there eagerly awaiting breakfast. Eating was one thing Musetto took very seriously, and she never let anything get in her way.
I’ll miss her company in the garden and on my walks near the house where she would often lead the way.
Musetto was a very good mother. This is her last week with her last litter of cute orange kittens. Thankfully we had already found a home for them all before yesterday!
Addio Musetto!! We miss you!!