Mo’s anniversary

Mr Mo came home with me just before Christmas, December 18th, 2004.

Mo as a kitten. He was a feisty little guy, unafraid of the bigger cats where he grew up.

He had a grayish body with faint tiger stripes, and darker black “points” or extremities; his tail, legs, and head.  His sister Stella was more flashy, with the polka dot tummy and bolder tabby stripes, but Mo was the kitten for me.

getting into mischief

Here is another shot that shows how silver his coat appeared.  Before long he got his longer black outer coat in and the gray undercoat was hidden.  Now if he is out in strong sunlight you can sometimes still see the hidden tabby stripes.  He has a stripe of longer fur along his back and tail, and of course on his head as his mini-mohawk.  On the rare occasions when he is alarmed and puts his hair up you can see this.  Reminds me of a fish raising it’s dorsal fin so it appears too big to swallow.

I was re-painting the living room shortly after he arrived, and he delighted in tunneling under the clear plastic drop cloths, and playing fetch; chasing small balls, returning them to me to be thrown again.

He has been a great buddy, very affectionate and entertaining, that’s my Mo.