|Photo by Dennis Chunga|
When we first met Mojo, he trotted up the porch steps to our apartment in Fort Lee, NJ, looking a bit hungry but very, very friendly. We had guessed that his prior owners had moved and made the terrible decision to leave him behind. I was late for work because I went back upstairs to get cat food, and afterward he followed me down the street, almost all the way to the bus stop. He also greeted Matt at the door when he left for work later that day. A few weeks later (and a mean post-it note from a neighbor to not feed the cat...yeah, right), he'd injured his foot badly enough that it was infected, so off to the vet we went. An hour and $400 later, Matt and I decided he was ours. When we bought TMF, Mojo made the move with us and transitioned from urban kitty to farm cat with ease.
Mojo always greeted lesson students, the UPS lady, and any and all visitors. He sat on (and sometimes got in) cars parked in the driveway. He particularly loved to jump on a car with an open sunroof and surprise the people sitting in it. He played fetch with snowballs and would lounge around the barn while we mucked in the mornings. He was admired by many for his good looks, and loved by all for his charm.
We miss him already, and we know the rest of our little TMF family will, too. He belonged to everyone. Although Mojo would say that everyone belonged to him.