[ September 29th, 2002 at 7:35 pm ]

Twinkie’s bedroom spot is at the foot of my bed, on the side nearest the window. She does not allow Molly to settle anywhere on the bed at bedtime, finding the kitten’s presence threatening.

Molly, therefore, has been forced to locate other accommodations. She’s chosen well; she’s selected the rainforest plant in the corner of the bedroom, whose large leaves act as a camouflaging tent underneath which Molly curls up every night. I call it her Plant-Nest. When day breaks, one can hear the leaves rustle slightly as Molly stretches her limbs.

[ September 29th, 2002 at 5:19 pm ]

Molly was slinking about behind the couch, near where the piece of black string is stored. She didn’t feel like playing with the string, however, so she continued along behind the couch until she came out from behind it. At that point she was underneath the aloe plant, which she decided to investigate. On her hind legs she sniffed at its spiked outgrowths. Suddenly, a tickling sensation on her nose caught her by surprise. A cobweb! It was quite unpleasant and it caused Molly to rear back, furiously wiping and licking her face. She sneezed. It took some effort to clear herself of the webs.

[ September 16th, 2002 at 7:12 pm ]

When Molly was younger, her nose was always completely dry. But now that she’s growing up, I’ve begun to notice that her nose is instead quite damp all the time. Interesting. But what does it mean? Well, a quick web search reveals this about cat noses:

A cat’s nose should be velvety to the touch and, while it can be moist, it shouldn’t be wet.

Methinks the line between moist and wet is a fine one, but I’m a velvetiness expert, and Molly certainly has a velvety nose. Woo! She’s healthy!

[ September 8th, 2002 at 12:27 pm ]

Twinkie and Molly both become anxious if I walk around the apartment too much. For example, when I’m cleaning or organizing they tend to meow as they follow me from room to room. If I get out the vacuum cleaner, however, they stay far away.

[ September 7th, 2002 at 1:57 pm ]

How does Molly manage to scratch my belly button so often? What happens is this: she jumps from (or into or across) my lap and somehow a claw or two will become lodged in my belly button. As she applies force with her back legs, the claw digs into my delicate belly button skin, scratching downward and out of the button itself. These days, I feel as though I always have a 1-2″ scratch radiating outward from my belly button. Perhaps when one has an innie such injuries must simply be accepted and dealt with as part of life.