Molly is one of the four kitties we took in when our friend died last year. Molly especially was ill. She had FHV and IBD and neither was under control. She was also terrified and spent most of her time hiding. She not only lost her mom but her home of 10 years--we had to move them all to our home 2 hours away.
But we all adapted. As months went by, we got the FHV and IBD pretty well under control. Molly had some good months then, but then her kidneys failed. Old age was just not in the cards for our Molly Mae.
She was a quiet girl, sweet, tolerant--and affectionate, once she got used to us. Really, her favorite thing to do was to snuggle up with her buddy, Travis. He's 18, but he was her protector and best friend.
But she was no shrinking violet. If she wanted something, like treats(!) she wasn't shy about letting us know--loudly! One day, after she was getting very ill with the kidney failure, I heard a strange meow/wail from another room and thought she must be in terrible pain. When I ran in to see what was the matter, there was Molly, with a lizard in her mouth! One of our other hunter cats must have brought it in the house, and Molly found it and 'hunted' it down. I wish I'd got a photo--there she sat, an indoor cat who'd probably never caught anything before, with this big old lizard in her mouth and a look on her face like "What do I do now?!" She was a character.
Molly was only in our lives for a year and a half or so, but I sure got attached to that little girl. Her passing leaves a hole in my heart.
Molly and Travis:
Molly and Ozzy:
Her favorite place to be--with Travis:
Towards the end, she only wanted to drink from a dripping faucet:
So we bought her this fountain for the times we couldn't leave the sink running!
Her last day--which was her 11th birthday, 6/1/14, having a nap in the sun.
RIP Molly. I'll miss you, little girl.
But we all adapted. As months went by, we got the FHV and IBD pretty well under control. Molly had some good months then, but then her kidneys failed. Old age was just not in the cards for our Molly Mae.
She was a quiet girl, sweet, tolerant--and affectionate, once she got used to us. Really, her favorite thing to do was to snuggle up with her buddy, Travis. He's 18, but he was her protector and best friend.
But she was no shrinking violet. If she wanted something, like treats(!) she wasn't shy about letting us know--loudly! One day, after she was getting very ill with the kidney failure, I heard a strange meow/wail from another room and thought she must be in terrible pain. When I ran in to see what was the matter, there was Molly, with a lizard in her mouth! One of our other hunter cats must have brought it in the house, and Molly found it and 'hunted' it down. I wish I'd got a photo--there she sat, an indoor cat who'd probably never caught anything before, with this big old lizard in her mouth and a look on her face like "What do I do now?!" She was a character.
Molly was only in our lives for a year and a half or so, but I sure got attached to that little girl. Her passing leaves a hole in my heart.
Molly and Travis:
Molly and Ozzy:
Her favorite place to be--with Travis:
Towards the end, she only wanted to drink from a dripping faucet:
So we bought her this fountain for the times we couldn't leave the sink running!
Her last day--which was her 11th birthday, 6/1/14, having a nap in the sun.
RIP Molly. I'll miss you, little girl.
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So sad, but I am so glad she had such a loving family and a great little group of pals to snuggle with and keep company with.
