This is Molly McButter. She came to us a grown cat, already spayed and named. We had agreed to keep her while her owner, our daughter's friend, went out of state. When the friend returned, Molly went back to live with her. Finally though, she was ours for good.The first thing Molly did when released into our house was disappear into the crawl space, and we didn't see her again for about three months! I don't know what she lived on during that time--probably mice--but eventually she got confident (or hungry) enough to venture out to the cat dish. Then she let me pet her, and then we were friends.
She was very soft and silky. She loved to be held and petted, and would purr like crazy and knead with her paws. I still have T-shirts with claw holes to prove it! If I was sitting down, she was in my lap-- usually I didn't complain! She also loved catnip, which is a weed here, and got very silly when she imbibed!
We had this sweet pet for a number of years before she became sick. We enjoyed her antics and her affectionate nature. But it became clear that trying to prolong her life would not be a good idea, and she went one more time to the vet. She is buried now in my flowerbed, and catnip is growing on her grave. I will miss her always.
