Back in the summer of 1998, a lady called and said she was told I might be able to find a home for a purebred Smoke Gray Persian kitten. She had purchased it two days prior and it was driving her absolutely crazy... she also said that if I couldn't find a home for it, she was going to have it put to sleep. WELL ... I couldn't let that happen! I asked what was wrong with it and her reply was, "It runs through the house like a mad thing, climbs the curtains, climbs my leg and it's just nuts!" I told her that's just what kittens do and asked what she had expected ... which was a lap cat! I told her to bring the kitten to me and to get herself an old cat. She had named this kitten Dexter which did NOT fit him at all. When he was running one day with his tail whirling like a helicoptor ... I said to him "Man! You've got your MoJo runnin' don't you?" and that was it ... from that point on, he was my MoJo. Today, at 11 years old, he IS that lap cat that lady wanted and I'm SOOOO glad I rescued my MoJo.

Shari Howard
Milan, MO