[ November 7th, 2014 at 5:51 pm ]

Antigravity cat.

[ October 14th, 2014 at 7:28 am ]

Last night I feel asleep to the dueling sounds of falling rain and purring cat.

[ February 28th, 2014 at 6:08 pm ]

Molly graciously allowed me to sleep until 6:30am today. Thank you, dear kitten!

On every other morning in recent memory, my REM sleep has been brutally interrupted by her plaintive, heartbreaking meows beginning at 5:30am. Why does she do this? Molly has become unhealthily obsessed with canned cat food, and she starts begging at 5:30 on the nose despite always having plenty of the crunchy dry stuff in her secondary food bowl.

She also has developed a habit that I call the “Lassie Move”. She jumps onto my bed and stares at me, meowing, until I open my eyes. When I give in and try to placate her she immediately turns, jumps off the bed, and runs down the hallway toward the kitchen with occasional glances backward at me. This is Molly’s “come quick, there’s an emergency!” gambit, and I think it’s amusingly Lassie-like. I don’t agree with the urgency (she’s assuredly not starving) but her tactic is disruptive enough to be effective; Molly usually gets her food by 5:35…

[ January 15th, 2014 at 5:36 pm ]

Molly finds this lack of food disturbing.

[ October 29th, 2013 at 7:18 pm ]

Molly sez: “Happy National Cat Day!”

[ September 11th, 2013 at 8:40 pm ]

What an exciting week for Molly, thus far!

• I got her a brand-new litter box. Although I was careful to always use litter box liners and periodically washed the thing with bleach, the old litter box was showing its age. And smelling its age. She’d been using the old one for something like a decade, and possibly for her entire life. I’m trying to remember if that crusty old box was the very box that travelled in the back of the Subaru when I moved to Seattle ten years ago. I think it probably was. Gross?
• Per the vet’s advice, I’m feeding Molly cans of lovely wet cat food on a regular basis now. The hope is that she’ll gain a bit of weight. She’ll never be a chunky kitten, but if she weighed more than 5½ lbs. that might be good, or so the thinking goes. Yesterday when I brought home the new litter box I distracted her by feeding her a can of the chicken variety. While her back was turned, I swapped out the old box for the new one. She has been dealing with the change as well as can be expected. It’s good enough to defecate in.

[ August 17th, 2013 at 1:26 pm ]

Today, Molly went to the vet for the first time in six years! Now that she’s officially a “geriatric feline”, I thought it prudent to get her blood work done. Although the car ride was abject torture (only when a song by Phoenix came on did she stop meowing), once we got to the vet’s office she calmed right down immediately. Molly behaved so sweetly! She didn’t make a peep when she had her temperature taken, or even when she got her rabies shot. However, she weighs just 5½ lbs.; she’s the smallest kitty.

[ July 29th, 2013 at 8:20 pm ]

Molly examines the lettuces.

[ July 4th, 2013 at 5:39 pm ]

My life would be measurably better if Molly was willing to come onto the balcony and hang out in the sun with me.

[ June 17th, 2013 at 11:03 pm ]

Today I bought a fresh bag of cat food, and on bringing it home I poured out a bowlful for Molly to enjoy. She always keenly appreciates a new bowl of chow but today she seems to be taking the gluttony a little further than usual. In fact, it’s accurate to say that she’s gorging herself on this extra-crunchy, ever-so-yummy fresh food. Thoughtful readers will be unsurprised to learn that her breath does indeed smell very much like cat food at this point. I, however, am mostly worried about the number of times she’ll puke tonight, and the volume of puke she’ll produce.