Minou (In Memoriam)

Birthday: Spring of 2005

Lost: Autumn of 2018

Identifying Marks: Small. Short-haired. Pale yellow eyes. Walks with a limp.

Personality: Friendly but particular, Minou was a princess. She loved to cuddle, but only on her terms. Sit down nearby, and she was likely to crawl into your lap for attention (petting will do, but she really loved a good brushing). Try and pick her up, however, and she’ll grumble angrily until you let her down. You would have gotten some grumbles if you didn’t pet her long enough, or if you tried cuddling too long, but if you managed to time things just right, you would have been rewarded with loud purrs. She wasn’t terribly social with other cats or children, but she climbed onto guest beds if given the opportunity. (We had to warn guests who invited her to stay: she snored.) Minou rarely played indoors, but she did like to chase bugs and light reflections. She strongly preferred to play outdoors in the garden. 

Story: Minou was the first feline to join the Floyd Home for Disenfranchised Black Cats. The innkeeper’s brother received a small black kitten as a gift. After about a year, it became clear that he couldn’t keep her, and the Floyds volunteered to adopt her. They named her Minou (pronounced MEE-new), which is French for “pussy cat.” She begrudgingly moved with the Floyds to the inn in 2010, and she found that a large house with tall windows suited her. While she spent most of her time snoozing on a loveseat in the parlor, she took a walk through the gardens at least once a day in summer. Even though she was never a particularly graceful cat, she couldn’t resist the call of the great outdoors. An unfortunate outing in the summer of 2012 resulted in a tumble from a tree and a broken bone in her shoulder. The injury healed, but it gave her arthritis and a permanent limp.

Sadly, Minou took her morning walk around the garden in early September of 2018, and never came back to the inn. None of our neighbors reported seeing her that day, and extensive searches of the neighborhood came up empty. The incredibly gracious officers of the Deadwood Police Department made some inquiries and watched for her on their patrols that month, and the staff of the Twin City Animal Shelter continue to keep an eye out for her. We hope she simply lost her collar and was adopted by another family - perhaps someone simply passing through town. Whatever her fate, she’ll be lovingly remembered as the First Cat of the 1899 Inn.

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