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Monday, May 7, 2012

Help Cleaning

I washed the floors yesterday and the pets were such a help. Mojo had been upstairs but came down half way through and decided he needed to police the mop. So he was walking on the wet floor and generally being in the way. Gunnar shadowed me the entire time, following me around, sniffing the clean spots on the floor, getting into all the shoes I picked up. Thanks for the help, guys.

Sunday, January 1, 2012

Helper kitty

I don't know what it is about changing the sheets, but the cats are all about it. Here, Gunnar is helping me change the sheets.

Gunnar.

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About Mojo & Friends

The adventures of a hilarious German Shepherd mix,

a sweet tabbico cat, a crazy Manx cat and a lazy fluff ball.

Affectionately known as "the kids," Mojo, Katie, Gunnar and Ozzy live with their mom and dad in an awesome college town in the South.

Mojo is a German Shepherd mix. He's outgoing, wants to meet and LOVE everyone.

As a puppy, Mojo was minutes away from being put to sleep when the folks at Pawtropolis rescued him. He was the sickly runt of the litter with fleas then, but after coming home with us he's grown from 4 pounds to 75 pounds (and back down to 63) and is one of the best dogs ever.

Katie is a sweet, shy cat who loves ham and playing with her shoelace. She also loves to cuddle. She was born the week of her parents wedding in her mom's closet. She was adopted and then abandoned by her then-family. But now she's a happy girl whose learned to purr. She was our first pet.

Gunnar is the newest addition to the gang. Born in the doghouse at my sister's, Gunnar was adopted shortly after melting our hearts after we visited. He and Mojo and the bestest of friends. Every night they play and groom each other. He's a Manx-mix. True to the breed, he's a round, roly-poly cat, who is super high energy and just a little crazy.

Ozzy is our newest addition. He chose us. Literally. He camped out on our porch and told us he was living with us. He tried to come in repeatedly. He resorted to kissing Mojo when we took him outside. And Mojo asked us why the kitty couldn't come inside. After a month of this, we took him to the vet and he was ours. He's since tripled in size and he's gone from short hair to luxuriously long haired. He loves to sleep and eat and will occasionally flop down in a lap for a cuddle.