stupid cat

R. I. P., Ratty....


Yes, Mojo has not been blogging much lately, mostly 'cuz she's busy doing More Important Things, but also because she's had some of the air let out of her tires (or wind out of her sails, or whatever other form of windiness you might ascribe to her) with the recent demise of Ratty Cat, our big ol' stray Coon cat bruiser. Which actually happened some time ago, but we know how long it takes for things to sink in to Mojo's big ol' fat head sometimes.

Despite his formidable size, Ratty was one of the kindest and gentlest cats I've ever known, who never once laid a claw on me, nor my Favorite Husband, nor small children, nor the dog, even when the hyper beast maybe deserved it. In fact Ratty loved dogs, inexplicably so, as evidenced by the pictures below of him meeting Rosie for the first time.

Ratty came to us as a full-grown adult and we have no idea where he came from or how old he was. Searching the blog for pictures I found more than forty entries referring to him, usually complaining about how yowly he was. So it just sorta figures that THAT is what we are currently missing most around the house. The silence is deafening.

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What I Wuz Gonna Blog....

Before Mojo got distracted by something shiny, she was going to mention something that, now in retrospect, is even more boring than usual.

As I have said many times previously, Ratty Cat is not allowed in the bedroom at night, because he comes and goes two or three times a night and each time he announces his arrival and departure with his yowling. The decision to banish him is entirely that of my Favorite Husband. Far be it for Mojo to punish a fellow complainer. Whenever *I* hear the stupid cat, being the tolerant, saint-like person that I am, I just roll over and go back to sleep. For me, I have accepted the simple fact that Ratty is a yowly cat, and that's the end of it.

Not the Favorite Husband, however. More Mojo!>>

In Which Mojo Endures a Series of High-Pitched Expletives....

For those who might suspect that Mojo is the sort of person who dearly loves to dish out complaints without ever tolerating receiving any in return, I offer up this anecdote which happened Sunday morning:

While many people look upon Sunday morning as a time of quiet reflection, a day off when one may rise late and spend an hour or two just waking up, Mojo spent her Sunday morning participating in a wild rodeo-type atmosphere chasing a very angry and determined chipmunk around the house. Courtesy of the cat, who enjoys bringing them into the house totally unharmed and setting them free to appreciate the decor. More Mojo!>>

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