Instead of posting anything new and worthwhile, I will just point out that blackberry season is in full swing, so I shall repost my video of Rosie stealing them from me.  MORE Mojo! »

I did something last week, and I've been ashamed ever since. It has been preying on my mind. It was one of those impulsive, spontaneous things--you know, the sort of thing you just sort of *DO* without thinking, and then when you do think the enormity of it all slowly dawns on you.

Unlike my usual stammery attempts to find someone or something else to blame, I must take full responsibility here. It is yet another illustration of Mojo's storied laziness, this time carried to such an extreme I must now suffer the consequences in a very real and humiliating fashion.  MORE Mojo! »

Okay, Mojo spent the weekend re-watching the first ten episodes of the thirteen that is I, Claudius and both she and her Favorite Husband have been enjoying themselves immensely.

But realizing that a soap opera in togas is not for everyone, and still recuperating somewhat from collecting firewood yesterday, which HAS to be the first substantial exercise I've had in some time, I will instead go back to the dog-n-pony show which is my life, minus of course the absent ponies. Since my Favorite Parental Units NEVER BOUGHT ME ONE. Not that I'm complaining, oh no. Even with my birthday coming up and all.  MORE Mojo! »

Don't read this if you're squeamish. Or eating breakfast. Although if you are eating breakfast while surfing the web instead of spending time with loved ones, well, you deserve to hear this.

Let's just remember that Mojo is notoriously UN-squeamish, or at least so she likes to brag, with certain exceptions involving food. Most famously, of course, is mushy foods like oatmeal. Primarily oatmeal, although anything soggy is added to the list, especially if I am somehow expected to eat it. Second is children with food smeared all over their faces. Advertisers somehow think this is "cute". I find it revolting to the extreme. And third has to be watching a cat eat.

Don't get me wrong; I like cats. I've always had them. And I am fully aware that their particular dentition requires them to shear things off with the sides of their mouths and the exaggerated chewing. I just don't like to watch it, okay? Combine it with the particular noises the little beasts make while they are, uh, enjoying their food, and it's little wonder Ratty and his predecessors are fed in the basement. Sure, Mojo sez it's to keep the dog out of the cat food, but we know better, don't we?

Anyway, this story, which some insane cat-crazy people will interpret as Another Heart-Warming Anecdote About Life With Kitty Fluffy-Kins, is not for the squeamish. So don't click if you consider yourself among that stomach-churning ilk. For the rest of you, I will begin by saying every now and then Ratty goes on a diet when Mojo feels he more resembles a fur pillow than a cat. His regular food is replaced by diet cat food, which just sounds SO delicious, and consequently to keep body and soul together Ratty must then steal dog food from the dog, who stands there and watches, tail a-wag, while Ratty takes over the bowl.  MORE Mojo! »