Total Cat Mojo - The Ultimate Guide to Life with Your Cat

This comprehensive cat care guide from the star of the hit Animal Planet show "My Cat from Hell," Jackson Galaxy, shows us how to eliminate feline behavioral problems by understanding cats' instinctive behavior.

Cat Mojo is the confidence that cats exhibit when they are at ease in their environment and in touch with their natural instincts to hunt, catch, kill, eat, groom, and sleep. Problems such as litter box avoidance and aggression arise when cats lack this confidence. Jackson Galaxy's number one piece of advice to his clients is to help their cats harness their mojo.
This book is his most comprehensive guide yet to cat behavior and basic cat care, rooted in understanding cats better. From getting kittens off to the right start socially, to taking care of cats in their senior years, and everything in between, this book addresses the head-to-toe physical and emotional needs of cats whether related to grooming, nutrition, play, or stress-free trips to the vet.

Leseprobe:

Que Es Mojo?

I am in front of a large and very enthusiastic audience in Buenos Aires, while on a tour of Latin America. Over the course of the year, I ve adjusted to speaking with a translator in places like Malaysia and Indonesia, and I had just been in Bogotá and Mexico City. If you can have simultaneous translation, with the audience wearing headphones, it is a blessing beyond belief, because the audience is with you the laughing, gasping, and applauding happens (one hopes) just a second or three later than with an English-speaking crowd. In the big scheme of things, it s a minor inconvenience.

But, when you and your translator switch off (you finish a full thought before he begins), well . . . it s just a massive headache at best, an absolute kamikaze mission at worst. My translator would stand next to me, a ghost dodging my physical outbursts and stream-of-consciousness rants. The more excited I get, however, the less I remember to heed the presence or the needs of my ghost. Some translators, the ones who pride themselves as practitioners of a linguistic art form, allow me to get an entire para­graph out of my mouth before tapping me on the shoulder or giving me that sideways glance, in order to succinctly and with equal fervor catch the audience up.

On this night in Buenos Aires, my translator isn t that person. She is actually a newscaster who happens to be bilingual. It is not the most grace­ful dance, that s for sure. There is much in the way of toe stepping on both of our parts.

Improvisation aside, I always introduce the concept of Cat Mojo early in the show. It s the linchpin of my entire presentational spiel. That intro­duction, on this night, is firing on all cylinders; I m feeling it for sure, as I attempt to occupy the space between cat guy and Pentecostal revivalist. I m breathlessly demonstrating what a Mojo-fied cat looks like, shame­lessly preening, modeling the tail and ear postures, the o verall gait of con­fidence. This all culminates at that moment when I say, And what do we call this? Man, we call this Cat Mojo. Your cat. Has . . . MOJO. I allow that statement to reverberate. And it reverberates for entirely too long, going from a drama-filled beat to an awkward silence. I give my translator that sideways glance. Nothing comes out of her mouth, and her eyes be­tray a slight panic.

At once, she allows her newscasterly character to fall away. She leans in close to me and whispers, Qué es mojo? And I respond, in hindsight maybe a bit too loud, What do you mean, What is mojo? You don t know what mojo means? We re having a conversation on this stage, and with every passing reverberant second, I m losing my grip on this audi­ence. Incredulous, I turn to them with equal measures of validation seek­ing and creeping dread, and say in full sideshow-barker voice, Hey, folks, you know what mojo means, right? You ve got your mojo on, You ve got your mo jo workin . How many people here know what the word mojo means?

Cue the crickets. That feeling of creeping dread is now a full-on, flop-sweat-inducing nightmare. For the first time since I was twelve years old, holding a guitar with a broken string at a YMCA talent show, I am about to flame out before a live audience, and I couldn t think of a single way out of it.

I think back to 2002, when I was sitting at my desk in Boulder, Colorado. The desk consisted of a big chunk of particleboard resting on two saw­horses. I was inspired at the time to turn what I knew into a manifesto of sorts well, less inspired and more motivated. After a few years as an inde­pendent