Molly was a beautiful black cat very petite, very delicate, a fragile little soul. I got her 8 years ago. She was believed to be 8 1/2 at the time. She had two to three previous owners at least one of whom badly abused her. The last owner was suicidal and a male. She was terrified of men with deep voices. Her tail looked like a little Z. She would eat Mexican, Italian or whatever we were having and right off my plate when I was still eating.Once she took a vegetable eggroll right off my plate. She was such a fast blur I had to look at my plate to see if my vegetable eggrolls were still there.I looked down at the floor and her devouring the cabbage in the eggroll as tho I had never fed her a day in her life. Trust me that cat ate better than we did. She apparently had to scrounge for whatever food she could find before we adopted her, a depressed beaten down little lump. We had her for 5 years before she could be in a room with a broom or vacuum cleaner. They only had to be seen and not heard for her to bolt. For 8 years she ate the best organic all natural food money could buy. She had her flowing water fountain, a heated bed with a canopy and toys galore plus treats, treats, treats and an awful lot of hugs and kisses.In all the years we were blessed with her I can truly say I never heard over one purr and it was more felt than heard. It was as if the ability to had been scared out of her and she no longer knew how. I always felt that she was fragile and would crumble if even one of us (we all adored her) would scare her. We walked on tiptoes not to. Still Molly was gentle and sweet natured, a fragile spirit. She was constantly told she was a keeper and had a home and a family now..a forever home. My heart broke in pieces when she went to the bridge today. I will never hear her little voice that sounded like she was telling me to feed her "NOOOOOW" or see that little paw pat my husband's leg when food was being served.It didn't matter what the food was as long as he shared with her. Skatti and Cadfael, my previous black cats, are now loving her at the Rainbow Bridge. My last words to her after she passed over were "WAIT FOR ME at the Rainbow Bridge My Love. I WILL come for you. I love you SO much." You're safe now my love, forever safe. I would love her and tell her she was a Keeper and had a forever home now.
I just remembered that look on her face when we had her for about 3 weeks. I called "BabyGirl come on" and she came around the kitchen counter with what I can only describe as a look of "prayful hope" as if she were asking herself "Do I really, really have a home now? I hope so, I hope so, I hope so." I would feed her every morning, play with her and let her stretch out on my chest for some loving time then I got to eat breakfast and get ready for the day. I miss you precious heart.
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Having to do something for the eyes hourly and it is a real "pain" in regards to doing anything else. Nothing much else gets done except cats.
CADFAEL AND SKATTI BASTET.
I just remembered that look on her face when we had her for about 3 weeks. I called "BabyGirl come on" and she came around the kitchen counter with what I can only describe as a look of "prayful hope" as if she were asking herself "Do I really, really have a home now? I hope so, I hope so, I hope so." I would feed her every morning, play with her and let her stretch out on my chest for some loving time then I got to eat breakfast and get ready for the day. I miss you precious heart.
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Having to do something for the eyes hourly and it is a real "pain" in regards to doing anything else. Nothing much else gets done except cats.
CADFAEL AND SKATTI BASTET.
Molly was a beautiful black cat very petite, very delicate, a fragile little soul. I got her 8 years ago. She was believed to be 8 1/2 at the time. She had two to three previous owners at least one of whom badly abused her. The last owner was suicidal and a male. She was terrified of men with deep voices. Her tail looked like a little Z. She would eat Mexican, Italian or whatever we were having and right off my plate when I was still eating.Once she took a vegetable eggroll right off my plate. She was such a fast blur I had to look at my plate to see if my vegetable eggrolls were still there.I looked down at the floor and her devouring the cabbage in the eggroll as tho I had never fed her a day in her life. Trust me that cat ate better than we did. She apparently had to scrounge for whatever food she could find before we adopted her, a depressed beaten down little lump. We had her for 5 years before she could be in a room with a broom or vacuum cleaner. They only had to be seen and not heard for her to bolt. For 8 years she ate the best organic all natural food money could buy. She had her flowing water fountain, a heated bed with a canopy and toys galore plus treats, treats, treats and an awful lot of hugs and kisses.In all the years we were blessed with her I can truly say I never heard over one purr and it was more felt than heard. It was as if the ability to had been scared out of her and she no longer knew how. I always felt that she was fragile and would crumble if even one of us (we all adored her) would scare her. We walked on tiptoes not to. Still Molly was gentle and sweet natured, a fragile spirit. She was constantly told she was a keeper and had a home and a family now..a forever home. My heart broke in pieces when she went to the bridge today. I will never hear her little voice that sounded like she was telling me to feed her "NOOOOOW" or see that little paw pat my husband's leg when food was being served.It didn't matter what the food was as long as he shared with her. Skatti and Cadfael, my previous black cats, are now loving her at the Rainbow Bridge. My last words to her after she passed over were "WAIT FOR ME at the Rainbow Bridge My Love. I WILL come for you. I love you SO much." You're safe now my love, forever safe. I would love her and tell her she was a Keeper and had a forever home now.
I just remembered that look on her face when we had her for about 3 weeks. I called "BabyGirl come on" and she came around the kitchen counter with what I can only describe as a look of "prayful hope" as if she were asking herself "Do I really, really have a home now? I hope so, I hope so, I hope so." I would feed her every morning, play with her and let her stretch out on my chest for some loving time then I got to eat breakfast and get ready for the day. I miss you precious heart.
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Having to do something for the eyes hourly and it is a real "pain" in regards to doing anything else. Nothing much else gets done except cats.
CADFAEL AND SKATTI BASTET.
I just remembered that look on her face when we had her for about 3 weeks. I called "BabyGirl come on" and she came around the kitchen counter with what I can only describe as a look of "prayful hope" as if she were asking herself "Do I really, really have a home now? I hope so, I hope so, I hope so." I would feed her every morning, play with her and let her stretch out on my chest for some loving time then I got to eat breakfast and get ready for the day. I miss you precious heart.
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Having to do something for the eyes hourly and it is a real "pain" in regards to doing anything else. Nothing much else gets done except cats.
CADFAEL AND SKATTI BASTET.
