Molly


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Home:Rowlett, TX  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 8 Years   Sex: Female

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Nicknames:
Pooter, Pazuzu, Miss Molly, Molls

Kitty Complexion:
 Activeness 
sleepyvery active
 
 Intelligence 
sillygenius
 
 Curiosity 
not curiousvery curious
 
 Friendliness 
timidaffectionate
 
 Vocal 
not vocalvery vocal
 

Quick Bio:
-mixed breed-cat rescue

Likes:
Racing from room to room for no reason, scratching mom's dining chairs, licking water out of the empty tub, chasing her jingle ball in the empty tub, gnawing our iron bed and showing it who's boss, attacking geckos on the outside of the window

Pet-Peeves:
Her big brother (Fargo, the Great Pyrenees), the spray water bottle, the cone of shame (after surgeries)

Favorite Toy:
Virtually ANYTHING. Paper balls, toilet paper, drapes, chairs, boxes, cat treats, large dog; She is absolutely and completely uncontrollable.

Favorite Nap Spot:
Under the bed, on dad's office chair, the tall box in the hall (Halloween props that still haven't been put away)

Favorite Food:
Organic stuff, stolen dog food, or ice cream

Skills:
Driving mom nuts, breaking the sound barrier doing laps when she runs circles around the living/dining room, destroying dad's desk while he's at work

Dwells:
indoors

Arrival Story:
A friend who normally does dog rescue happened into caring for a gray tabby kitty. She and her daughter were both allergic, so I suggested she bring the kitty by, since we missed our Oreo who left us in October 2003. I am still asking myself if this was the stupidest thing I've ever done.

Bio:
No name seemed to be quite right when she entered our household. We considered Eartha Kitty, but dad didn't think it had the right ring to it. We finally decided on Molly after the progressive columnist Molly Ivins; she's spunky and a fighter too. She's about two and a half years old.

Lives Remaining:
8 of 9

Forums Motto:
If I can't break it, it's no fun.

I've Been On Catster Since:
January 7th 2005 More than 7 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Catster Id:
104659


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Fargo

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I am Molly, Destroyer of Worlds


Maturity

August 13th 2006 9:21 am
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It's when you can sit in the window...just watching the little creatures fly by and not running head on at the glass. Now I can just watch...wait...observe...and plan my attack strategy. Mom says I'm actually mellowing in my "old age." Shah...right lady.

Just because I nap more often and don't feel the need to hear the vertical blinds clacka-clacka when I run through them as much does NOT mean I have mellowed. I've just discovered that sleeping is REALLY cool.

And you know...I have to admit it. Those head scratches really do feel nice. So I sit still a little longer now. Big deal. Mmmm....that feels good. Little to the left....zzzzzzzzzzzz.....

 

Argh! Where are my claws??

March 9th 2005 2:06 pm
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So I've realized the last few days that while I was under, the bastards TRIMMED MY CLAWS!!

OK, it's not bad enough that I'll never know the greatest pleasure a girl kitty can ever know, but NOW I can't even scratch my favorite sofa arm, or shred toilet paper in the bathroom so that it looks like the remnants of a ticker tape parade?

AND THIS STUPID THING IS STILL ON MY HEAD!!!!!

Why oh why are my humans so cruel to me?

Hey! Is that tuna? I'm outta here......

 

Oh nooooo! Not that! Not the cone of shame!!!!!!!

March 5th 2005 8:49 am
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So it's happened.

I am officially among the ranks of the de-feminized!!! The humans brought down the kitty carrier the other day, and my natural curiosity took over. I just crawled in like an idiot!

And then, the door slammed shut! I didn't know what was going on.

They took me to the evil place again. They gave me something funny to smell, I took a LONG nap, and then woke up with the most awful tummy ache I've ever had! And BOY did I feel funky!

So I get home, and try grooming a little bit. And WHAT THE HECK IS THIS on my tummy? Little stitches! Gotta get those out of there.

"Hey! Hey! No! Get off me! Get that thing off my head! What are you doing!????"

How mortifying!! This thing has been on since Monday. I keep bumping into things. I hate this! When will the horror end? More later.

 
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