Okay, okay, I know. This title is weird. And exciting. And mysterious, provocative, unsettling, squirmy (When I think of unsettling, I think of squirmy. Deal with it). Unfortunately for all you sick-minded peoples out there, this title is a little misleading. For, you see, I am not referring to the mojo you might have heard of in the Austin Powers trilogy, that sex appeal we all desire. I’m referring to its namesake, my old cat Mojo. The two aren’t unalike – Mojo had a lot of mojo in her day, and can still win over whoever she meets with her wiley charms. Anyways, I loved this picture of me and her and thought it would make a good short post, if only for the interesting title.

 

 

 

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