Friday, February 18, 2011

R.I.P. Mojo

Mojo started out with us as a "pocket pet" - about 4 weeks old, and so small I used to wear an old men's shirt and carry her in the breast pocket. She was with us for 14-1/2 years - most of my children's lives. She was a treasure. She inspired this poem. And now she is gone, and I am sad. And my girls are sad. And the house is sad, too. (There's nothing so sad as a house without a cat.)




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