His proper name was Carson. My niece Megan would imitate him when he meowed, and it sounded like mow, instead of 

me-ow, so the name Mow Mow came to be. His favorite place to be was in the window sill soaking up the afternoon sun. Every day when I came home, I saw him in the window. He would stand up, stretch, and yawn- then jump out of the window to meet me at the door. We recently built a new house.  We installed full length windows, so even though Mow could not sit in the sill, he could lay next to the window in the sun and see outside. 

Mow Mow was a quite kitty. Not overly friendly, and liked to be left alone especially around children. He would sit in a majestic style, as if he were king of the house. We got a kitten, Frankie, when we moved into the new house. They terrorized each other, but they had a ball. It was fun to watch them play. 

Mow got sick and went downhill very fast. In the last couple of months, he lost 40% of his body weight, and had to be forced to eat. Xrays showed something in his lungs that the doctor believed to be cancer. It progressed rapidly, and on the last day of his life, he had difficulty breathing and was in obvious distress. Giving him peace was the hardest decision I have ever had to make. But he lays resting under the Dogwood tree in the back yard, in the bright afternoon sun.