Finlly? Did I really title the last post Finlly?

I apologize. I usually have better grammatical skills than a monkey banging its head on a keyboard. I have been suffering from insomnia and acute algebra class anxiety, plus I have 50 terms to memorize, on sight, not by definition, for my anatomy lab mid-term next week. I'm currently in auto-pilot/zombie mode. But this blog isn't about me, is it? Maybe it will be when Mojo grows all up and we reach that healthy, socialized kitty goal.
He recently had some scary health issues that I do intend to post about. They are gross but maybe someone reading will benefit by knowing the info in case it happens to their pet. He is doing wonderful now and is next to me mewing at me. He's played for hours, eaten, drank, pooped, and been loved on so I think he wants a cuddle buddy for a nap and I am up for that.
Next post, the icky bloody scary thing we recently went through. Like, just last Wednesday. I promise, no pictures, I wouldn't do that to ya. What I will tell you about you can google and that's icky enough. Don't do it on a full stomach, although viewing close-ups is a great diet aid.
Ok, going to cuddle and nap and sign off for now. Thank you so much to my followers and readers. You rock.

Finlly, New Pics!

Well, you won't let me lay on your keyboard so I'll claim this book and this phone. Mwah.

I rather like this psychadelic basket. Smells like people groceries!