Good golly, Miss Molly

Life

Dec 20

Written By Kristen Skeet

I did a thing.

I’ve reached that proverbial age. It’s time.

I’m 40. I’m single. In the olden days, I would’ve long ago been cast off as a spinster and sent away to the nunnery.

But it’s 2019, baby. Almost 2020.

So, I got (another) cat.

Meet Molly O’Hara Pixley Skeet. Tiny Magestic Puffball.

She joins big brother Maximus Decimus Meridius Skeet, Handsome Chonky Boi, as co-ruler of my abode.

Max is literally her big brother. He is 16+ pounds of pure chonk and Molly is maybe six pounds of mostly fur.

After an initial double take when I brought her into the house, Max immediately wanted to be her best friend. He ran right up to greet her and she responded with a hearty growl and hiss and retreated to the back of the love seat where she has stayed for much of this week as she adjusts to life in her new home.

Her beginnings in life are somewhat a mystery, but she spent an unknown amount of time living outside with a pack of feral cats after presumably being dumped there. One can only imagine how traumatized she was by that.

She was taken into a loving home and nursed back to health alongside two dog brothers. She adjusted well to the puppers, so I have no doubt she will eventually warm to Max.

Already, they’re co-habitating well. They’ve split my box-filled living room down the middle and often just stare at each other across the room, scoping each other out.

As of last night, she even allowed him to walk by her without her growling or hissing.

With me, she’s a super-lovey. I’m so in love with her already. This is how she greeted me on her third morning with us.

I would be a poor cat mom if I didn’t mention how proud I am of Max for how he’s welcomed Molly into the house. He’s been with me almost 12 years now and it’s always been just the two of us. I was a bit worried about what his reaction would be to her, but he’s giving her the space she needs to adjust.

Here is a shot of him gazing up lovingly at his new sister.