Blog Articles About Mojo

Why I Don’t Have a Christmas Tree

When I first moved out on my own, I had a Christmas tree. A live one in a pot. I thoroughly enjoyed decorating it with my own ornaments, and turning on the lights in the evening. After Christmas, it got planted in my sister’s garden, where it lived happily for several years before giving up…

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A Year Ago

I still miss her, the space in my heart that was hers remaining so.  

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Remembrance

Today is Mojo’s birthday. Well, to be honest, I don’t know her exact birthday – she was about three months old when she came home with me on February 1, 1997 and given the name I chose for her, Halloween seemed like the perfect birth date. I’ve been thinking of her lately, more so than…

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My Mojo

She came to me a sunny day in February, 13 years ago, a small ball of energy, curiosity and attitude, at three months old, so small and with so much hair and whiskers, she looked like an explosion of fur. Wearing the black mask and mantle, she looked like she’d been dipped in white paint,…

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Wonder Drugs for the Wonder Cat

About 10 days ago, Mojo the Wonder Cat had her first chemo treatment and it went remarkably well. We thought. Due to a miscommunication – because Mercury is retrograde after all and boy, has that ever packed a punch this time around – I didn’t fast her, which means she couldn’t get sedated for the…

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Mojo Update & Mercury Retrograde Comes Early

Thanks for all the lovely comments and thoughts for Mojo and me on Friday’s post. Having this many people pulling for her seems to have obliged Her Royal Catness to do well and so far, so good. The colonoscopy was clear, the surgery went well and they were able to get the mass with 1cm…

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She Is Too Much Part of Me

Mojo has a new thing. She comes up with new things all the time and I find it impossibly charming that even though she’s been with me for 13 years, she still finds new things to do on a regular basis. For the longest time, she’s had a ritual when I go to bed, coming…

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The Blanket

I borrowed a blanket from my mother last week. It was my father’s, bought when he was young and working all over the British Isles. The blanket he bought in Scotland and I am pretty sure it’s the Royal Stewart tartan. It’s wool and large, larger than any other blanket we’ve ever had and there’s…

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