….well, technically speaking, I guess time IS change, but that’s not what I meant. Mojo has decided it’s time for a change. A la peanut butter sandwiches and the artist formerly known as something that he used to be known by and didn’t want to be known by for a while but now wants to be known by again. You know who I mean. Short guy. Wears purple. Anyway, Mojo is embarking on his Zen Kitty phase and would now like to be known as Doyu Wanatabe.  Translated from the ancient Catonese, the closest phrase in English is ‘I am trying to rehome this cat’. It’s a philosophical thing, not a literal one, apparently.

Doyu Wanatabe? Free meaning of life with every purrchase.

He’s working on his first project as the venerable Wanatabe. He has promised an interview to one of you lovely people on its release. If you would like to ask the VW some probing questions (as long as they’re not about thermometers) he will answer them graciously and wisely. Best sample question on the comments wins the honour of the exclusive interview.

(ffhjdhsufywhj….some where off in the distance…jskjkdafd….Mo, you sure this is gonna work? I mean, purrsonally, I’m pretty sure no one will care what you call yourself, let alone what you think is the meaning of life. What? Huh. Ok. Listen, do you think I got Deirdre’s style ok? I mean, it’s not much of a style, but still, don’t want to get rumbled. You know how she hates it when we type. Ok. Whiskers crossed. What do you sit on to make it go again? And just so’s you know, there’s NO WAY I’m calling you that bud. Waste. Of. Time…kfafhdajfjksjfdhajjdsjkj sajlfj

The Accomplice: Whatha*%$@*? They can still hear me???