Molly was a beautiful little cat.  She came to be part of my life and a companion for over 10 years.  I never saw her face, just immediately said yes when Michl called to ask if anybody wanted a cat.  It's hard to believe we were together so long. How many times did I look and only see a baby?



When she was sighted, she would climb out onto the window ledge and watch out for me.  As soon as she saw me she would jump down and run to the door.  That's what I came home to everyday, having her there looking forward to see me.  Molly absolutely LOVED her Whiskas Temptation treats.  She always enjoyed the games we'd play as she chased down the treat.  Or sometimes we'd play the "tail" game and she'd swat her tail around trying to fake me out.  But the best was always just having her jump up and lay on my chest and fall alseep.  Her soft little breathing and the occasional little snore would always make me feel calm.  I'd would try to sit still for a long time just so I wouldn't wake her.  And she was almost always purring contentedly sitting somewhere close to me.  Even though she went blind, just being home with me was enough to make her happy.  I wonder if she knew that she made me happy too.