Hello Mo fans!
The Mo report is back, after a break to relocate to Seattle from Medford. We will miss the deer in the backyard, but Mo is glad to be on familiar turf and Miss Nimbus adores the place.
I have noticed Mr Mo is a little hesitant about going outside lately. He must be intimidated by the neighborhood bullies. I encourage him to go out now and then, but he seems to enjoy luxuriating in a spot near a sunny window, usually lying half in sun and half in shadow.
Mo finds a sunbeam
This funky old farmhouse has a door at the foot of the stairs, and I have cut a small cat portal in this door so the cats have free passage. I try to keep this door closed so the heat doesn’t all drift up the stairwell. Sometimes the cats knock the door open, like when Mo tries to drag his stuffed buddy Heath through the opening. In the wee hours of the morning I heard Mo open this door and I trotted down and slammed it so it was securely shut before going back to sleep.
Heath hanging out the cat door
Ha ha, morning arrives and when I try to open the door the handle is not turning the latch and then it falls out of the door, leaving me trapped in the attic. Kicking the door didn’t free me and I feared having to climb out an upstairs window and leap for a tree. Luckily I found a pair of cuticle scissors and used those in the lock mechanism to twist the latch free.
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The nerve of that trickster Mo. I suppose he loosened the screw on the doorknob too. It is fixed now, and it’s a good lesson to consider one of those attic escape ladders. That and a spring so the door shuts itself!
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Pleeeease let us out
The cats are enjoying the warm days of summer. Mo loves spending the night outside and sleeping indoors during the day. They prefer the warmer upstairs and when I get home they will be stretched out flat on the floor or on their backs, waving the paws in the air.
Miss Nimbus had to be kept inside for a few days due to a banged up eye. A redness was visible above the eye and it got swollen, either she bruised herself or got a bee sting. It is looking better this morning, and she was extra happy to get her morning petting. Poor little girlie girl! Here she is sporting her collar with fancy bead. Mo is super happy to have lost yet another collar, that bad boy. Tsk tsk.
Miss Nimbus has a sore eye
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- king of the lap
Mr Mo is the undisputed king of the lap. You cat lovers know. You sit down somewhere and along comes a cat to claim that warm and cozy throne, and there you are stuck, pinned in place, unable to answer the phone.
He cracked me up a couple times by trying to find that lap while I was doing yoga. I couldn’t get a photo of that, but here’s a digital doodle that tells the story.
That’s my Mo.
mo yoga helper
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nims under the bureau
The cats have settled back to their normal routine of chasing each other around the house. One day Nims was hiding under a small braided rug while Mo circled around batting at the odd lump. I wasn’t fast enough to snap a shot of that but I caught the end of this episode of hide and seek. Nims used to hide under this bureau as a kitten and can just barely fit under there now.
She is eating well and seems completely recovered from her intestinal distress. I guess I will have to eat the rest of the liver, pumpkin, and prune juice. Hmm, what would the Top Chef Masters do with that challenge?
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Miss Nimbus returns
Miss Nimbus returned this week from her convalescence in the mountains. Mo was unbelievably cranky! He reacted with plenty of hissing, growling, swatting, and even charged at her. Then he went and sulked under a bookcase.
It was quite amusing hearing him growl while eating, “ggrrmmnlnrr, grrup, ggrrrhrmp, grrrmplh, grrlahr, glramph, grllu, grrllm.” He would be sitting next to me, look across the room at her, start growling and then smack me!
She was entirely relaxed, not intimidated in the least, and happy to be home.
I woke up the next morning with Miss Nims snuggled up to me purring, and Mo lying on the floor ten feet away, front legs under him like his arms are crossed, GROWLING at us! That brat stole his spot!
Miss Nims loves her big brother and follows him everywhere. By the fourth day they were settling down and I finally heard a purr out of Mr Mo. I am going out of my way to be extra nice to him.
the mo report | mary | 
October 8, 2010 3:42 pm | 
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