The night we had Bible Study at our new apartment, Mojo did
his usual. He walked up to his guests to
greet them and possibly let them touch him if he was so inclined. Then he retreated.
About an hour into the meeting, Mojo reappeared and walked
across the middle of the living room. No
one stopped the discussion, but everyone watched him. He allowed a couple of people to touch him. Then he left.
I didn’t see Mojo again until I was opening a bag of chips. He made his way through the crowd and into
the kitchen. Then what to my wondering
eyes did appear but a Mojo cat – leaping from the top of the counter to the top
of the refrigerator to the top of the upper cabinets. Then he peered down at us all. I guess he got the last word - probably, “Get
these intruders out of my house!” or words to that effect.
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