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Poor Mojo!

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Poor Mojo!

People who hate cats, will come back as mice in their next life. Faith Resnick

Poor Mojo has got some sort of weird thing going on by his tail and won’t stop licky lickying it, so unfortunately I was forced to make a “satellite” dish for his head to keep him from licking it so that it can heal. He’s not very happy with me, as you can see in the picture.

Mojo Satelite

Sorry buddy, it’s your comfort or healing up and sorry, healing up won! I am so glad I got my camera fixed with the good old Fonz trick. That’s right, gave it a couple of good smacks!!!! Here are pictures I took today of Mike and I, this is my favorite suede chapeau and Mike needs to shave, LOL:)

Jaz Suede hatMike need a shave Other than that we are having a great day. Mike got his dental work done today and my boots will be here by Wednesday or Thursday!!!! Yay. On that note I leave you with Al Stewart!

Cat on the Prowl….

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You can’t own a cat. The best you can do is be partners. – Sir Harry Swanson

I’m sad today. My bed was lonely last night because Mojo came in just long enough to eat some dinner and then he was off and running, prowling the full moonlit night in the chilly November evening. Since Mojo moved in with us I have gotten used to his presence, and my Rosebud doesn’t seem to mind him at all. She always greets him with a couple of little kisses and sniffs. He’s used to being outside, but I can’t help but worry about him. He’s such a  friendly little bugger and he loves to talk and give hugs and kisses, he’s by far the strangest cat I have ever met. Come home Mojo, I miss you :(

Mojo’s Ears

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Mojo’s Ears

I ain’t the same person I was when I bit that guy’s ear off. Mike Tyson 

My poor baby Mojo. If you have been reading my blog then you know we adopted a cat, or he adopted us, I’m not entirely sure which but knowing cats the later is probably true. Anyway, I named him Mojo and he’s been with us about 2 weeks now. Now Mojo, my darling little friend, is having an ear issue. I am not sure if it’s ear mites because I don’t see the usual suspects of dried blood but I do see the head shaking and the frustration and scratching at his ears. I have begun using an otic suspension on his ears, when the little guy will be so kind as to let me put it in there. Boy, does he ever get pissed at me when I do it. I just can’t stand to see any animal suffer in any way. If he only knew I was only trying to help.