So Mojo is one of those poor misinformed people who has never had the opportunity to see certain movie classics. Like Taxi Driver. Sure, I've seen enough clips and parodies you'd SWEAR I've seen it all the way through, but I haven't. (Ditto The Godfather until I was somewhere in my thirties.)

No, this isn't about seeing Taxi Driver, although that's on my to-do list. This is about another movie I've heard so much about most of my life, and I finally got the chance to see it. Midnight Express, the Turkish prison "horror" movie that pretty much everyone my age saw when it first came out and were traumatized for life by it, and then didn't have to have things Explained To Them when scenes were parodied in other movies or TV shows.

Anyway, after twenty years or so of people TALKING INCESSANTLY about it, I finally saw it this weekend.  MORE Mojo! »

Does the superiority of all things feline go without saying? Still I should say it. Publicly. And try to ignore the razor-sharp claws at my neck as I type.

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! »

My Favorite Husband must get up early each day. The alarm goes off at 4:30 am. And no, unlike the perfection that is Mojo he does not have the ability to wake up before it goes off and turn it off so as not to wake the rest of the house.

Unlike Mojo, and unlike Ratty Cat, who possesses that same internal alarm clock and hence knows just when it is time to get up. And determines that the rest of the family must get up at the same time. Unfortunately for us, Ratty's internal clock is about a half hour too early.

Ya see, Mojo has owned cats her entire life and is used to them. She pays them little attention when they seek attention at bad times. She does not respond when they feel the need to announce their presence in a room at, say, two in the morning. She pays them no notice when they crawl over and around her as she sleeps. Indeed, Mojo is so used to random animals crawling into her lap one time when she was camping a chipmunk crawled over her to get to an open jar of peanuts she was snacking from, and all she did was look down when it finally occurred to her that she was not sitting at home but somewhere out in the woods and maybe she should see what was sitting on her lap.  MORE Mojo! »

Mom's Stuffed Cats!

Okay, so Mojo is going to try to make this brief since it'll be the last Craptacular auction until she gets back from vacation. So if this is somewhat slap-dash, it's because Mojo doesn't really care. Mentally she is already swinging in a hammock somewhere. Of course there are those who argue that mentally she is always somewhere else anyway, somewhere that doesn't require intellect beyond tying one's shoes (and even then it's the cheater's way that Mojo learned, by making two loops and tying them together instead of making the one loop and wrapping things around somehow. Mojo never learned how to do it THAT way).  MORE Mojo! »

Mojo has done many things, gone many places and pursued many interests in her checkered past. Instead of taking a ton of pictures and/or buying t-shirts and other mementos, she has a tendency to store memories in her prodigiously large (aka "swelled") head. People occasionally take pictures and send copies to her under the mistaken impression she will treasure them forever, but what really happens is, she throws them in a box. Sure, she means someday to arrange them in a photo album and has even purchased some photo albums to do this, but she really can't be bothered. Hence her box o' photos sits there, and occasionally--if she leaves a picture out too long--the cat tries to lick the gelatin off of it.  MORE Mojo! »

Tomorrow we get Princess Wigglebutt, aka "Katie", the Weasel's dog. They are going on a trip out west and we get to dogsit. I think it will be good for Rosie to have some competition. It will also be good for her to socialize with an older dog who will put her in her place if she gets too obnoxious.

Katie is a very nice, very well behaved Lab mix. If you annoy her too much she has a very theatrical but totally harmless lightning-fast snarl-and-snap which I think Rosie needs to experience.

Both dogs are "only" dogs who live with cats. So it will be interesting to see how they get along with another dog...  MORE Mojo! »

We would like to welcome Rosie into the family! She's a very sweet 8-month old Golden Retriever. She apparently has a taste for cats. Some of these pictures might not look very nice but rest assured Ratty is in seventh heaven.  MORE Mojo! »