This
a picture of Mo. My husband and I adopted Mo and his twin brother
Jo when they were three years old. His brother passed away last year, so
now Mo rules the roost and keeps us in line on his own.
Always in need of attention, you are followed wherever you go. (Just so
you don't ignore him, he purrs and bats at your leg just to make sure
you know he is there.) At bath time, he sleeps on a towel by the tub.
At bedtime, he sleeps under the covers. At all other times, he is a
fixture on our laps, generously sharing his time with each of us.
Mo is the best end to all of our days, and the unconditional love he
gives to us is returned tenfold. How could you look at that face and
not give him whatever he wants?
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