[ October 11th, 2011 at 4:04 pm ]

Molly 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?