[ September 5th, 2011 at 10:16 am ]

This 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.