Showing posts with label Missy Molly by Golly. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Missy Molly by Golly. Show all posts

Monday, March 12, 2018

Snoozy Molly


I love it when Missy Molly by Golly chooses to cuddle next to me on the couch. The thing is she can fidget, but I'm not allowed, according to her majesty. When she no longer can take my movements, she sits up, shakes her head, as if to sigh, and walks over to the Husband, nestling beside him.

Zzzzzzzzzz. . .zzzzzzzzzzzz. . .

Last night I happened to have my camera in my pocket. With much slyness and swiftness on my part, I clicked, clicked, clicked away at the Girl.




Tuesday, March 6, 2018

Life is Grand


"I am beginning to learn that it is the sweet, simple things of life 
which are the real ones after all."
~ Laura Ingalls Wilder



It's time for Our World Tuesday. Here's the link for you to check out participants from around the world, and maybe to join up yourself. Thanks, Our World Tuesday hosts!



Sunday, March 4, 2018

Molly the Cat's Satisfying and Satisfactory Sunday Morning


Molly has asked that I tell you about her satisfying and satisfactory Sunday morning, and before breakfast, too.

Molly and I were deadheading daisies in the front yard. Molly is the supervisor, in case you're wondering. About 20 minutes into clipping soggy dried daisy heads (we had rain—yay!) I glanced up to see Molly sitting with her body tensely taut and intently watching the flamingo. From my angle, Molly and the faded artificial bird seemed to be in a stare down.

Five minutes later, I noticed that Molly had moved halfway closer to Albert. That's the flamingo's name I've decided.

Three minutes ticked by: Molly was in stealth hunter's mode. She quickly and quietly tiptoed around me and crept into the bushes to (no doubt) ambush Albert from behind.

I wonder who was surprised more—Albert or Molly.

That was not the end to Molly satisfactory morning adventure. No m'ams and sirs.

Ten minutes later, I was planting tiny daisy branches (in hopes they'll grow) beneath the tree when a yowl broke through my zen. Racing down the side cement path was a fat orange tabby with Molly a couple feet behind her. Whooooooooooosh! 

Just as Molly rounded the corner, off the property, I shouted in what I hoped was a better-listen-to-me voice, "MOLLY!" With my knees which the doctors say no longer have cartilage, I wouldn't have been able to. . .you get the picture.

I couldn't believe it: The girl stopped in mid-flight. She literally screeched to a halt with sound effects, eeeeeeeeeerrk. She locked eyes with me, then peered down the sidewalk. It's almost like she shrugged and muttered, "Not worth it."

She walked up the cement path like a triumphant little lion, stopping a few feet where she turned and stared at the corner, making sure that four-footed prowler dared not return. Once she was content, she sauntered back to Albert where she sniffed the daisies next to him.

Yup, our Molly the Lion had a rather satisfying and satisfactory morning.


I'm linking up with All Seasons, a weekly meme hosted by Jesh at Artworks from Jesh St.G. Click here to check out Jesh and her meme. For the participants list, click here. Thanks, Jesh!



Thursday, March 1, 2018

Singing in the Rain


Finally! The winter rain has come to our part of the world. It began last night. A steady pitter patter, pitter patter on the roof and a swoosh and splash in the streets.

Molly the Cat and I celebrated this morning by wandering around the front yard. Actually, it was more like Molly doing her best to shepherd me back into the house. At one point, Molly sat on the doorstep looking like she was sighing at my silliness of deadheading wet daisies. If she could, I'm sure she would've folded her "arms" over her chest and tapped one paw in a "come on, come inside, get out of the rain" staccato beat.

Excuse me now as I imagine Molly's tappingness turning into her tapdancing and splashing in the rain like Gene Kelly. Hmmm, Molly has a voice quite like Debbie Reynolds, "I'm singing in the rain. . . ."



Tuesday, February 27, 2018

What's That?


What kind of hairy flower is that?

Molly the Cat!

There's no end to her delightfulness and cuteness and all wonderfulness.



It's time for Our World Tuesday. Here's the link for you to check out participants from around the world, and maybe to join up yourself. Thanks, Our World Tuesday hosts!


Sunday, February 18, 2018

Six Years Together!


Today marks Molly the Cat's sixth anniversary with us.

Yup, six years ago, Molly the Cat and I locked eyes as I walked towards the cat adoption fair in the pet store. She seemed to be daring me to choose her instead of old steady calm Pirate with the one eye. As Molly paced back and forth in her cage, glaring at me, I thought, "She looks like a handful."

The Husband told me that when he first saw Molly, he thought, "That's a cutie."

So it was me that Molly needed to convince to want to pick her up. I'm glad she did. I can't remember what it was like before Molly the Cat, Missy Molly by Golly, came into our lives.

The first time Molly graced the blogosphere.

These Humans let me sleep anywhere I want.

That shed is no more. I loved sitting on its roof and sleeping under its eaves.

Once I mark this, it's mine, whatever it is.

Walking the fence was fun when I was a youngster.

A hunting I shall go, a hunting I shall go. . .Bugs!

Purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

Six years later, the Humans still let me sleep anywhere I want.

There's nothing like a good book.

I miss the Little Old Lady.

Me and my Humans made the local papers: This is the day we adopted each other.


I'm linking up with All Seasons, a weekly meme hosted by Jesh at Artworks from Jesh St.G. Click here to check out Jesh and her meme. For the participants list, click here. Thanks, Jesh!



Friday, February 9, 2018

On Alert


While Molly was chewing on grass this morning, someone coasted to a stop in front of our house. Molly quickly came to attention.  She watched the woman park, get out of her car, and walk across the street. Midway, the woman turned back to her car. Molly, who probably thought the stranger was heading into our yard, zooooooooomed past me and into the house. So much for Molly the Guard Cat.

I'm participating in a new linky part today. It's called Friday Photo Journal, hosted by Melissa at Serendipity is Sweet. Check it out here.  Thanks, Melissa!

Thursday, February 8, 2018

The Party's Over


Molly the Cat plays as hard as she sleeps. 
And, when she's done playing, she's done. 
Over and out!


Monday, January 29, 2018

What Do You Want?


Mwrrrrr.

"It's nap time," says Molly the Cat, "Go bother Hero Man."



 

Thursday, January 11, 2018

One Stretch of a Yawn


This was a lucky catch of the girl. She'd just pulled herself up from her sleeping position and blinked at me. Then yaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwn. Giggle. 

Precious Molly the Cat.

Tuesday, January 9, 2018

It's Raining


"Why can't I go outside?" asked Molly the Cat.

We've had two days of steady rain, the most since the beginning of last year. The weather reports say that it'll stop raining tonight, but there may be more on the way in a few days. Hurrah!


I'm linking up with Our World Tuesday. Click here to check out the meme. Thank you, Our World Tuesday team.




Monday, January 1, 2018

Taking It Easy


This first day of 2018, I'm taking Molly the Cat's cue and making like it's a holiday. Of course every day is a holiday for Molly.

"Hey!" says Molly. Purrrrrrrrrrrr. 

Okay, Molly.

Being retired, every day is essentially a holiday. For that matter, every day is the start of a new year. Hmmmm.

"There you go," says Molly. Purrrrrrrrrrr.


 

Sunday, December 24, 2017

Prance and Pounce


Molly the Cat doesn't like the sound of plastic bags being shook, opened, or crinkled. Yet, there she was the other morning playing and exploring on the painter's plastic sheeting. Lovely Molly. Doesn't she almost look like she's playing in snow?


Wednesday, December 20, 2017

X Marks the Spot


With all the open space, in the house and out in the back, this is where sweet Molly the Cat likes to snooze lately.

Zzzzzzzz. Purrrrrrrrrrr. Zzzzzzzzzzz. Purrrrrrrrrr.

Both Molly and I agreed to skip this week's movie review for ABC Wednesday. It wasn't hard to find a movie that fits the letter X, mind you. We definitely had one (Ex Machina). We thought the story line was much too dark for the holidays. Maybe Molly will write about it for the next go round of movie reviews that she decides to do.

Click here to check out this week's ABC Wednesday. Thanks, ABCW team! Merry Xmas! and Happy Holidaze!




Friday, November 24, 2017

Where's Missy Molly? By Golly!


Hint: Find the watermark, and gaze downwardly.   

Giggle. 

Purrrrrrrrr.


 

Wednesday, November 22, 2017

Move Along, Please


Yes, I know. I look cute hanging out in my cute surroundings. 

If you please, I would like to continue my nap in peace.  Perhaps you would like to go read my movie reviews.

Purrrrrrrrrrr. 


 

Sunday, November 19, 2017

First Thing This Morning


Missy Molly plopped herself down in my path for her first morning purrrr! and petting. Pretty Molly.

"Mew! Where do think you're going? I want breakfast."

"I want to do this first," I said, opening the back door to the chilly morning. I leaned out the door, talked into the air, and watched for poofs of cold breath to float away. Nothing.

"Good," I said, opening the door wider. Molly scurried to the south and I limped to the north with a bucket full of dumb cane. Dieffenbachia to some.

A few weeks ago, I finally took the overgrown dumb cane out of its pot. Wowza, I tell you. The plant's thick tangled roots completely filled the medium-sized pot. Sorry guy. It is the sole descendant of the original plant that the Husband received as a gift in the mid-1970s.

From this successor of a dieffenbachia, I pulled apart about a dozen more descendants. I also snapped pieces from two or three tall stalks to try growing more that way. With luck and care, we may have a whole lot of healthy dumb canes in the near future.

As for Molly? She let me pot one pot with cuttings before shepherding me into the house to give her breakfast. 



Friday, November 3, 2017

Did I Tell You that Our Molly Talks?


The Husband I have taken to conversing with Molly the Cat, responding as her in what we each imagine is her sweet, cute high-pitched voice.

"You don't like your food," one of us humans says.

"No," says Molly the Cat.

"We try to find something you would like to eat."

"Phiff."

"You used to eat it."

"Then you haven't found what I like to eat."

I'm sure that if she wasn't so polite, Molly would've added "have you?"



Wednesday, November 1, 2017

Molly the Cat's ABC Wednesday Movie for the Letter Q


According to the Missus Lady, if you asked the Mama, who I knew as the Tiny Old Lady, "What have you been doing?" and she happened to be very tired, she would answer, "I have been to see the queen."

I miss the Little Old Lady. Mewwwwwww

Queen of Katwe (2016)
Setting: Katwe, a slum in the city of Kampala Uganda

This movie is based on the life of Phiona Matessi, an Ugandan chess queen. This young woman won several junior chess championships in Uganda, as well as represented the country in four Chess Olympiads, which are tournaments with teams from various countries. What is very inspiring about Phiona's story is that the odds were quite high against her learning to play chess when you consider her circumstances. Mewwww.

Phiona and her family lived in a large slum called Katwe. When she was nine years old, she had to leave school because her father had died and the family could no longer afford to send her to school. She was also needed to help care for her younger siblings. (The Tiny Old Lady has a similar story.), as well as help bring in money, which Phiona did by selling maize.

One day, Phiona followed her brother to an after-school program in which children were playing chess. The program's director invited Phiona to sit down and learn to play the game. She picked up the game quickly and soon she challenged and won the best chess player in the program. The program's director thought that Phiona, and the other top players, had the talent and skill to do well in an upcoming chess tournament, but first he had to convince the tournament that the children of Katwe were worthy to compete with schoolchildren who did not live in slums.

How was the director able to get Phiona and the others into their first chess tournament? How did Phiona do? How did Phiona's mother react to Phiona playing chess?




A note from Su-sieee! Mac: The letter Q is the theme for this week's ABC Wednesday. Click here to check out what bloggers from around the world have written with the letter. Thank you,  ABCW team!