Molly the Cat walked out of the office just now. My taking photos of her while sleeping annoyed her. The camera has a loud beep when it turns on. That's how she knew.
The Girl got me up a few minutes after sunrise. I knew this because I'd stumbled back to bed after a visit to the bathroom. The morning already felt hot so there was no instant getting back to snoozeville. I almost got there when Molly gave out a roar downstairs. I chose to ignore it as well as her next roar.
Crash! Then a tinkle of something broken.
Sigh. The Husband of course was oblivious to Molly's noises.
I found the something broken in the kitchen sink. It was the yellow porcelain crocus that sat in a cup on the kitchen window ledge. Two of its petals broke off. I stuck the crocus back into the cup and placed the petals on the saucer. Still looks good.
Molly probably was tracking a squirrel running along the fence. Does she know what she would do if she ever caught one?
"Peek-a-boo," says Molly the Cat. Click.
This morning. It was.
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When we've been out and about more than usual, Molly the Cat comes upstairs to the office to hang with us in the afternoon until dinner time.
Sometimes she wanders in, circles the room to see what we're doing, then leaves, as if to say just checking. Other times, she jumps onto my desk and walks back and forth in front of me. Purrrrrrrrrr. When she's done with my attention, she heads over to the Husband and does the same thing. Purrrrrr.
And, then there are the times where she decides to stretch out at my feet and take a nap. So sweet, our Molly the Cat
Hi ya! Hey ya! Hope all's well with ya. All is well with us. I'm
reaching into my archives for the next several days so I can play catch
up around the house. "I'll do it tomorrow." has finally reared itself
into today. Such is retirement. :-) Have fun out there. Today's post (edited) was first published on April 26, 2012. It's narrated by Molly the Cat, who had been living with us for over two months when she had her adventure.============
"Hey, Kid, your people are looking for you," said Lickity Split, as he
speeds by me. I barely get onto the sidewalk when he turns the corner at the end of the street.
There is no use following him. All afternoon I was following him. Just as I catch up to him, he jumps onto a fence and
climbs over it into the unknown.
I scoot back into my hiding place. Everything was fine and dandy when I
first got outside, but it's now dark and cold. I have no idea where
Molly the Cat, our darling girl, looked to be considering a potential hidey hole. With the glare of the sun I wouldn't have seen her if she hadn't moved. It was a small let-me-get-cozy-in-here movement. Click.
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.
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) b…
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. . . ."
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.
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.
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