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On Saturday, the Husband, the Mama, and I took the plunge and adopted Missy Molly by Golly. She's about one-and-a-half years old, more or less. A mix of tortoiseshell and tabby, says the Husband. He told me why, but it went right through the ears. She definitely has a coat of many colors. That's good luck, according to the Mama. For the cat or for us, I don't know.

Molly had lived in a foster home most of her life, so she already knows all the tricks about using the litter box. Yaay! She also has her shots and is spayed, defleaed, microchipped, and whatever else cats need to have done to them today. The foster mother told us that Molly is quite independent. That she prefers to hang around people than with cats and dogs, and that she can do well without other four-legged companions. All reasons for her to come home with us.

Today is the third day of being with the highness, the Cat. She already greets each of us when she sees us, and is slowly becoming comfortable roaming her new home. She's such a sweetie that Missy Molly by Golly.

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  1. Nothing like a new moggie in the abode! :)

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  2. She's sleeping next to my chair as I write. It's rather nice.

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Thanks for the good cheer. :-)

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