Hi! I'm Mitzi! a.k.a. "Moose"

In loving memory of Mitzi who left us in February of 2001, at the ripe old age of 18 years and 2 months.  She had been such an integral part of our family since she was 4 months old that it just isn't the same without her here around us.  We miss her so much.

OK, so I'm not a cat, but I think I am. I'm a 15 and a half year old Yorkie, and since I hold seniority in the household, I demand special mention here. My nickname "Mus", by the way, is Danish for "mouse" (pronounced "moos"). My owner got me when she lived in Denmark, and thought it was a great name for me since I wasn't much bigger than a good size mouse when I was a baby. I don't hear and see so well anymore; she says I have "cataracts" in both eyes. I've got a bad shoulder that dislocates occasionally on me when I just walk down one stair step. That's really annoying and it hurts! Most of my teeth are gone, too. Age really stinks! I've lived in two other countries with my owner, and sat and slept beside her in her Jeep on our long drive from New York to Arizona. She says I'm a "woman of the world" and her traveling buddy. I think I'm a cat because they were my only role models growing up.

My owner once had a Lynx Point Siamese cat named "Sherlock". He and I used to be the best of buddies and we played together all the time. Sometimes he got the better of me when I least expected it. Our owner caught one of our play sessions on Polaroid film, so I thought I'd share it with you, even though it's humiliating for me! My owner just HAD to put her comments in! She can be so juvenile!

"I'll fake her out with a frontal attack ..."

"... grab her from behind in a Half Nelson, ... "

"... do a full body roll, and she's down! TYO!  ("Total Yorkie Out")!"

Last updated: September 24, 2003
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