And once again, my expectations met; my hopes dashed...

I hate when I'm right.  Especially when it's pessimistic.
Now I'm out of a  relationship.   Again.

Molly... 1995 - 1 May, 2011

Molly liked the waterbed.

Molly, born sometime 1995 (or 1994 -- according to vet chart) 
Went peacefully with assistance at 1:45 pm.  She was responsive up to the end.
(She was suffering from heart/kidney failure.) 
She spent the morning taking sun on the porch with me... before her appointment. 

(Saido and Pippi went with me to say goodby...)

even A box... makes a good sleeping spot

Clean Laundry, the best...

Molly,  
Was a lady and a diplomat.  
She'd walk up to any new cat (or dog) and buzz right on by and sit down...
Would sit in the window and make the cat "chatter" sound at birds.
Was always clean and fastidious.  Period.  It wasn't an option.
From the first time I met her, would come up and "greet" me when I lay down on the bed by climbing on top of my chest; give me five minutes of PURRR,and then move off.  (You've had your allotment for the day)...
Would share her food with  other cats.  She'd always back off with some left in the bowl and see who else was hungry... but she definitely was queen of the household; no confusion about that!
Loved Chicken, Tuna and Salmon; especially sashimi grade.
Survived hyperthyroid and radiation treatment with radioactive Iodine (for about 5 years?), so briefly she WAS a glow-in-the-dark kitty.


Always was willing to share a little love.

(she, baby and MR Taffy are hopefully all taking 'tea' together...)
...


I miss her.