[ April 25th, 2002 at 1:37 pm ]

In a fairly amazing recovery after the surgery, Molly is now back to her fully insane self. She required only two more doses of the slimy green painkiller medication (1cc dispensed into corner of mouth) before she began to courageously refuse it on Tuesday. At that point, she still couldn’t walk in a straight line; this morning, she was running and jumping with glee and abandon. The only thing is that I think her belly may be chilly where it was shaved.

Also, oddly enough, Molly has been displaying a heretofore unseen level of affection toward me. Yes, me: the guy who paid for the surgery which stole her feline femininity. Perhaps she does not understand what I have done beyond the simple fact that I took her back into my comfortable home after the ordeal had ended. Anyway, she won’t quit purring when I’m around. She gazes at me like I’m her hero. I don’t mind. Last night, as I was splayed out on the couch reading a book, she fell asleep on my chest with her head resting on my left pectoral muscle. As living creatures go, Molly has got to be one of the very cutest.

[ April 23rd, 2002 at 8:06 pm ]

Molly must really love me very much. She’s trying to protect me from this beer by using her nose to shove my glass up into my face as I drink, causing me to spill large quantities of it. Drunkenness is a state that Molly aims to help me avoid. Then again, if either of us is under the influence of an intoxicating substance, it’s her. Ha!

[ April 23rd, 2002 at 10:00 am ]

Oi, that kitten. Molly is all doped up after the surgery. She slept well indeed last night. (Twinkie did not; she seems to think the new, calm Molly is an evil imposter and she lay awake fretting over this.)

[ April 22nd, 2002 at 4:46 pm ]

In loving memory of Molly’s uterus, I present the last photos taken before its removal…

[ April 22nd, 2002 at 10:38 am ]

I took Molly to the vet this morning to be spayed. She thought I was play-chasing so it took a few laps around the apartment before I could catch her. There are tricks I could use (e.g., luring her out of hiding with the laser toy and then grabbing her), but today I was actually able to catch her just with speed of foot and hand alone.

The vet said “Cool beans!” when I agreed to let him microchip her. I think it is a worthwhile thing. Molly is crafty and I assume she’ll escape outside sooner or later; the chip allows her to be identified should she end up in Jasper or someplace. Anyway, that $38 is only a wee portion of the cost of today’s visit. Molly also needs her vaccinations and a good ear cleaning, so the bill is going to be upward of $400 when I pick her up later.

Twinkie was nervous and skittish after I took Molly away. Perhaps she suspected that I’d taken Molly to perform unimaginable atrocities upon her (true) and that Twinkie was next in line for the same fate (false). I tried to calm her down but she cowered in the litter box, the poor timid girl. She ventured out soon enough, but I hate seeing that fear in her eyes. Twinkie must have had a difficult life prior to riding home from the Humane Society with me a year and a half ago. Sometimes it makes me so sad.

[ April 21st, 2002 at 1:40 am ]

I suppose by now Molly has learned that a cute kitten can get away with almost anything.

[ April 20th, 2002 at 7:34 pm ]

Soon after I woke up this morning I elected to have a bowl of cereal. It is a granola variety by Trader Joe’s which I eat with rice milk. So tasty. It nearly causes me to be excited about breakfast, a meal I often don’t care for much. I probably should’ve known Molly would get excited, though. She finished off the rice milk after I’d eaten my fill, along with the cereal bits. We all know that kittens like to drink milk; I guess they will drink liquids that look vaguely like milk, too.

Later, I was preparing a salad and had some cherry tomatoes. Molly displayed an intense interest in the tomatoes. It seemed that she wanted to eat one. I thought it would be a funny story to tell (The Story of the Cat Who Ate Cherry Tomatoes) so I gave her one, expecting her to squirt juice on the linoleum. But instead she took it over to the litter box and played with the tomato until it became coated with litter. Then she lost it somehow. I think it may be behind the trash can. Well, at least I gave her an over-ripe tomato that I didn’t want to eat anyway.

[ April 18th, 2002 at 10:27 pm ]

Sometimes it seems as if Molly is playing with nothing at all. Or like she is just attacking the air. I suppose it is better than playing in the litter box as far as hygiene is concerned, but batting at nothing is kind of weird. At least playing with bits of litter — kicking them around and scattering them about on the floor — at least that involves actual objects that give physical feedback. I can almost understand why that’s a fun pastime. But, air? What’s fun about air? Nothing that I can fathom. If she sees ghosts, I’d like to know about it.

[ April 17th, 2002 at 11:52 am ]

Last night I watched Molly kill and eat a small spider. At first, I thought it was cool that she can hunt down and take care of the pests that reside in my apartment. I still think it’s cool, but now after considering this a bit more I also think it’s pretty gross.

[ April 7th, 2002 at 9:07 pm ]

Molly has favorite toys, oh yes. She likes strings and boxes. And lately she has been playing in the litter box after I scoop out the turds. But her most favorite toys ever are the paper bag and the crunchy crinkly ladybug. The other day I found that she had put the ladybug inside the paper bag, as if she was gathering her best toys together in one place. Or playing with them at the same time. That must have been so much fun.