[ May 12th, 2012 at 4:02 pm ]
Molly smells like pancakes. Delicious!
No CommentsMolly came across a chunk of unidentifiable matter in her food dish. This was profoundly disturbing, and so she left it where it lay, along with all the pieces of real cat food that had come into contact with it. I had to dump the remains into the compost bin. Taking a closer look at the foreign substance I determined it to be a piece of dog food that must’ve been mistakenly mixed in with the cat food at the factory.
No CommentsGlad tidings: Molly loves loves loves her brand-new cat bed, which yesterday replaced an old flannel blanket covered in cat hair and, yes, some vomit. I enticed her into the bed with a sprinkling of nip, and then she slept in it all evening long. When it was my bedtime, though, she followed me in and slumbered at the foot of my bed as usual. This was the best possible outcome, so yay!
No CommentsI think I have finally figured out why Molly is scared of the outside world. It’s because she’s a tiny cat, and everything seems so very very big out there.
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Molly has truly epic whiskers. It’s as if the whiskers of a much larger cat were grafted onto her cheeks and eyebrows. I measured one at a staggering 5½”. Surely these whiskers must be as much a hindrance as a boon.
It may be that the long whiskers actually explain her skittishness; could they make her extra-sensitive to disturbances and movements nearby?
No CommentsMolly has a new pastime. She crams herself into the narrow space between my bedroom door and the closet door, which is a sliding door with a mirrored surface. Then she and her reflection peer through the crack into the hallway. The pair meows softly and awaits the arrival of my skittering fingertips… at which point they attack in unison.
My theory is that Molly is a bit lonesome, and hanging out with her reflection makes her feel like she has an identical-twin best friend. Do I need to adopt a kitten or something?
No CommentsThis morning, Molly was incorrigible. Woke up on the wrong side of the bed, apparently. She wouldn’t sit quietly on my lap, or play with a catnip ball, or let me pat the top of her head. She just perched on the back of my easy chair, staring at me and meowing loudly as I prepared my breakfast of scrambled eggs and toast. The meowing continued while I ate. Finally, finishing my meal, I set the plate on the floor, hoping that the eggy remnants would mollify Molls. They did! Now she’s happy and content.
No CommentsI do not know if it is possible to properly diagnose a feline mental disorder, although I’m assuming that every veterinarian on the planet would simply scoff at the idea. However, it seems to me that Molly may be an autistic kitty. Consider the following symptoms she exhibits:
Q.E.D.
No CommentsHow is it possible for a little cat to lock herself in the bedroom without food or water? Quite a mystery!
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