Molly, originally named Ears Flat Back, is our loving yard cat. The one that has at least two litters of kittens a year. Maybe more. Sometimes I see her coming from under the deck of the swimming pool and wonder if she has had kittens there, ones that will one day show up at my front door for food.
When my twin was visiting several weeks ago, she convinced me to get Molly spayed. "Look how loving she is," Sherry pointed out. "Molly just wants to be loved. She will make a good indoor kitty."
So last week Molly got spayed and the doctor said I had to keep her in the house for three to five days so her stitches could heal.
You would think locking Molly in the back porch would be easy. But it wasn't. For three days Roger and Punky sat on one side of the glass door and meowed to Molly; while Molly stared back and meowed. And let's not forget about the puppies who charged the door yapping and yapping and me screaming, "SHUT UP!" For three long days and nights.
At one point I let Roger into the back porch. In a flash, Molly's fur puffed up and she whipped around and chased Roger into a corner, hissing and slashing the air with her claws. Poor Roger was stunned and so was I. At that moment I decided Molly will not become one of the house cats, as loving as she seems.
No. Molly is content to lay on the outside window ledge and taunt Roger, even though she is fixed. And I'm good with that!
Molly is such a tease and Roger looks so rejected . . . Cute story!
Posted by: Nancy | July 25, 2011 at 07:22 PM