Well folks, apparently the only place I can blog is at the coffee shop. I started this draft probably six months ago. There it sat, saved and only half-written, and completely forgotten about.
Here I sit at 5:30 on a Friday afternoon. I came here to get some grading done while I wait for Andrew to get home. I think I’ll blog instead. (Hey, when the mood strikes, I of all people must just go with the flow.) It goes without saying that this particular post is so long overdue that I debated not even posting it. But anyone who has spoken to me in the last 8 months knows this is one of my favorite topics. So, without further adieu, allow me to introduce a special someone.
This is Molly.
She took up residence with us mid-January. We had wanted to get a cat for a long time, and now that we have her, I can’t imagine not coming home to that face!
Around Christmastime last year, we began scanning the CASPCA website occasionally, and noticed a “funny looking one with crossed eyes,” never really giving her a second thought at the time. We went just to look and see who was there one snowy January afternoon. Who was waiting by the door of the cat room? That cute little crossed eyed kitty! She rubbed, and she passed the lap test (sit on the floor, see who climbs in your lap), and she obviously liked people. But, we browsed, and we said hello to other kitties, and we stayed until the dander in the air was getting to us, and we went home. We were dragging our feet bringing cat hair into our apartment, but went back about a week later and brought her home. She proved her worth by saving me from a bat the very next day. She’s a keeper.
Molly is what I like to call a “cat-dog.” She looks like a cat, but on the inside, she is all dog. She is food motivated to the point of begging, cannot stand to be alone, and, like Ariel, wants to be where the people are. If you realize you haven’t seen her in a while, just glance around the room, she is never more than five feet away. I like that.
She’s awesome, and you should all come meet her. Not convinced? See below:
I call this her “fat cat” pose. One arm out, looking cute, begging for food.
Those eyes. That face.
That attitude. Also, she sits where she fits, and sometimes where she doesn’t. Usually on top of you in some form.
She does not understand puzzles, like, at all.
She had a “scarf and barf” in her favorite spot on the couch. She still sat there with no cushion. In her defense, the first time she scarf and barfed she did so in the sink.
This has been her new favorite place recently. She does not move until you turn the water on her, and even then she stands in your way and plays in the water. It makes bushing teeth more interesting, that’s for sure. Hoping for a picture of her missing the jump up to the counter soon. That happens about 30% of the time. It’s funny.
Anyway, thanks for reading about my initial descent into crazy cat lady land. The rest of my decline is being documented via Instagram if you’re interested.