Over the next few weeks, my Friday Sassy Cats will feature one of my feline friends and their stories. Hope you enjoy.
Mollie was adopted as an adult mother cat who already had a litter of kittens. All the kittens were adopted but no one wanted the mom cat. I don’t know why. She is gorgeous and so small at under 7 pounds that she looked like a kitten herself.
When I met her at the shelter she was extremely shy. When I took her into the “meet and greet” room she high tailed it for the waste can and hid. That’s the best I got before I took her home.
Even at home, she took to our resident cat Jake before she took to me. Jake loved her. He is picky with his friends both human and feline so I was very pleased.
She got sick. They didn’t want to release her but I could take better care of her than they could. We headed to my vet who said she was good except for respiratory issues. She got some meds but promptly gave the respiratory illness to Jake who also had to take pills. He wasn’t happy about that but blamed me, who administered the pills, rather than his new buddy Mollie.
Unfortunately they both took a turn for the worse and spent a week in the vet hospital so there was no cat in the house. It was a very sad quiet week.
This adoption was back in the day where you promised to get them spayed or neutered. Mollie was intact when I picked her up. She had just had a litter and wasn’t well so I put off the spaying until she could recover. (Jake was neutered so no worries!)
A week before her scheduled surgery she went into heat. Holy cow! She caterwauled all night. Jake flapped his ears down to block out the noise. She paraded her lady parts in front of him. He put his paws over his eyes. (Yes he did that. I think he was scared!) She pulled out all the hoochie coochie tactics but he wasn’t having any of it.
The next day I moved up the appointment.
She’s a very graceful lady cat. Here are some comments I’ve heard her say.
“Seriously, you’re wearing those shoes with that outfit?”
“Human, I need some fresh food. There are crusty hard bits on the old stuff from a half hour ago.”
“Who decided we need another cat? (This was for Hazel’s adoption.)”
“Who decided we need another cat? (This was for Morgan’s adoption.)”
“Who decided we need another cat? (This was for Gracie’s adoption.)” (In all fairness, Jake and Mollie did a chorus on the “We don’t need more cats” line.)
“Ewww! Someone touched my cat bed. I better sleep on yours.”
At age 14 she is still a tiny lady cat who wears white gloves and stockings although she’s no longer looking for sailor boy cats. As the smallest at 7 pounds she’s also the alpha cat and rules the roost.
Long live the queen!