Likes: Staring at the birds from my bedroom window. Climbing on the tallest furniture in the house.
Pet-Peeves: My dog (an 11 year old peek-a-poo who still looks like a puppy) won't play with her (they like to chase eachother around the house) Sometimes she'll get too rough and he'll let her know.
Favorite Toy: A ball tied to a string that I throw around for her while she tries to catch it
Favorite Nap Spot: Either at the top of my closet or on top of me.
Favorite Food: Any beef flavored canned cat food.
Skills: Hmmm, she likes to meow back and forth with me (like we are having some weird cat conversation)
Arrival Story: Well, it was July 1st of 2008 when I was out grocery shopping at our local Wal Mart. As I was driving out of the parking lot I was stopped at a red light. As I waited for the light to turn green I heard a soft meowing through my open window. I scanned the area in which the sound was coming with my eyes and saw a little black ball of fur in a rather tall bush. I quickly maneuvered out of the line and pulled back into the parking lot, hopped out of the car, and walked up to the bush. There sitting on one of the top branches was a tiny black kitten that was meowing in distress. I looked around for it's mom or any sign of other cats and saw none. I was worried to take the kitten in case the mom would be back for her but unwilling to leave the kitty in distress. After a moment of contemplation I made up my mind. I reached my hands in and scooped her little shaking body up with no fanfare. I drove us home with my right hand on the wheel and my tiny kitten snuggled against my stomach as I held her with my left hand. She was horribly infested with fleas and her mouth was bloody . . . as if she had been chewing at some roadkill. I first tried Dawn dish liquid to get the fleas off but that proved to be a bit of bad advice as I thought when I had originally read about it online. I was worried about using flea shampoo because I believed she was under 12 weeks old but I took a chance to get those horrible fleas off of her. It worked. I had those fleas scrambling everywhere to avoid the deadly shampoo but there was no hiding from me and my tweezers as I searched them out and plunged them into a small bowl of mouthwash. They even tried to get into her ears.
So after I had her clean and flea free I had no clue what to do . . . I had never owned a cat before . . . so after much online research and some bonding time with my new pet I named her Mollie and she sleeps right on my hip every night.
Bio: Updated Feb 2-5-10
Last Wednesday night someone left the backdoor open and Mollie got out. I went out in the backyard and called for her but she never came . . . which was weird cause she'd always come to me . . . especially if she had been out for a while. I waited about 30 minutes and when she still wasn't anywhere to be seen I got in my car and went looking for her.
I was driving and calling her name out the window when I came upon a little black lump on the road. I got out of the car and approached . . . I was scared to look at first but I made myself . . . I could only see her back and I could make out her tail and I knew it was her. I nudged her with my foot a little bit and she let out a meow and rolled over to see me. I quickly picked her up and looked at her face . . . and I immediately started sobbing. Her eyes were red and bulging. I knew she was dieing.
She died soon afterwards wrapped up in my comforter. I hope she knew I had found her and how much I love her. I am heartbroken and I just don't know how to deal with losing her. She was the best cat I could ever have. She'll always be in my heart . . . and no matter how many cat I may own in the future she will always be the best of my life.
RIP Mollie I loved you with all my heart and treasure the short time you were with me. I'll never forget you. I hope you are waiting on me in heaven if there is one.