[ June 30th, 2002 at 3:37 pm ]

These days Molly is spending the bulk of her free time (i.e. time not spent eating nor making poo) in the corner between my two couches.

Reasons why Molly likes it in that spot:

1. I spend quite a lot of time sitting nearby.
2. The location offers easy escape routes behind either couch.
3. She can hang out underneath either the aloe plant or the end table. A cat loves the luxury of choice.
4. The afternoon sun hits there in a Molly-sized patch.

And the number one reason why Molly likes it in that spot…

1. Her current favorite toy, the plastic bag (big enough to crawl into), is there.

[ June 29th, 2002 at 7:26 pm ]

When the sun shines into my living room at certain angles, I can see that the window is covered with little markings. You might think it had rained earlier today, but no; they are smudges left by the wet nose of a kitten named Molly.

[ June 22nd, 2002 at 6:42 pm ]

Molly likes it when I sleep on the couch. She can curl up on a cushion near my head and also see out the window from there. This way, she keeps one eye on my sleeping form and another eye on the neighbors and stray cats outside.

[ June 10th, 2002 at 8:07 pm ]

Molly has this little thing that she does. While I’m rinsing out the cats’ shared water bowl and refilling it with fresh water, she runs behind the shower curtain, across the bathtub, and out the opposite side. I’m not sure if she makes this particular circuit at other times of day — I’ve only seen her do so when I’m changing her drinking water — but to me it seems an expression of happiness or anticipation. What I find unfailingly hilarious about the act are the noises, which are uncannily similar to the noise of a cue ball tumbling through the innards of a pool table after the other player has scratched. It begins with the thud of an object falling a short distance; this closely followed by a sustained, rolling rumble, somehow slightly uneven; and finally, that subtle but triumphant sound of emergence. It’s all represented in the sounds a kitten makes while playing in the bathtub.

[ June 4th, 2002 at 10:25 pm ]

Yes. A lazy kitten.

[ June 3rd, 2002 at 10:53 pm ]

Sometimes I affectionately refer to my cats as Boobies, e.g. “Hello, my pretty Boobies.” That could be considered strange. I think it originated from one of Twinkie’s old nicknames, Poopy Twinkie. However, I prefer boobs to poop, so in time that name mutated into Twinkie Boobie, and then, finally, into the simple and cute name Boobie.

[ June 1st, 2002 at 11:44 pm ]

We’re all quite tired here at the homestead. My eyes are bloodshot and the brain is slowing down. Twinkie, who was resting her weary self on the back of the couch, got up and stretched before settling quietly in the center of the living room floor. Her tail is twitching but she’s laid out flat, showing me her tigerstriped belly. Molly is currently prowling around with her nose close to the ground (she seems ever more cautious after so many recent disagreements with Twinkie). But just a few moments ago, she was happily reclining on my lap, feet in the air, purring and letting her eyelids droop. She so rarely has the time to luxuriate in my affections. This is a result of her hectic schedule that includes climbing chairs, rolling in the litter box, and flipping upside-down repeatedly.