On November 20, 2005, at about 7:30pm, my sister was walking with a friend, and she came across a little 5 month old black and white kitten in a tree. The kitten cried and my sister realized this kitten didn't know how to get down. So she helped her down and the kitten promply pooped and peed on the grass. My sister began to walk away but this kitten decided to follow, so the kitten's new friend scooped her up and went around to a few of the houses, asking if anyone knew who owned this kitten. Nobody did, though one woman said that she'd seen the kitten in that particular tree earlier in the day, at 2:30 (meaning she'd been stuck in the tree for at least 5 hours, maybe more!). Since my sister couldn't find this kitten's owner, and she couldn't bear to leave her alone in the dark, she took her home. The plan was to simply keep her over the weekend and put up posters and fliers, and by the end of the weekend this kitten's owner would have come to our home and scooped up her much-missed baby girl, grateful that someone took care of her for a few days instead of abandoning her.Well. The weekend went by, then the week, and the weekend returned. Nobody called our number, nobody put up Lost Cat posters. Inevidibly, we were told (by our parents) that we couldn't keep this kitty, as we already had two cats and neither one was happy about this intrusion. So we (halfheartly) asked around with people we knew, but nobody was able to take in this kitty. In the end, we managed to pursuade our parents that we loved this cat way too much to part with her, and that this kitten had decided we were her family anyways.At some point, since we felt she needed a name ("Just for now, so we can call her something until someone else takes her"), we wracked our brains to find the perfect name. Of the other two cats we had, the older one, Willow, had been named within 5 minutes. The second cat, Buffy, took 4 weeks before I was cowed into accepting "Buffy" (since we already had a "Willow"... you BtVS fans will understand, lol). This little kitty took over two months before we found a name. It happened simply by accident, my sister and I were stroking the now-7-month-old kitty and my sister randomly mentioned the doll from Big Comfy Couch (we have our own doll at home). When she said the name, "Molly," we both turned to each other, dropped our mouths, and gasped, though my sister took it a step further and yelled, "F**k!!" (in excitement, lol). We knew then that Molly was the perfect name for this kitty. When we think of the name Molly, we think of a slightly chubby, cute little girl, maybe with an impish smile and a shy demeanor. It fit our new kitty perfectly!One thing we never understood, regarding her owners, is why nobody called for her. From the start, Molly was just absolutely loving and attention-starved, she was extremely laid-back and calm, and she loved to snuggle. "Why would someone abandon her?" we thought. But facts are, nobody wanted her, nobody called to get her back. One little clue we have is that when we found Molly, her whiskers were cut short, both by her nose and by her eyes. I still don't know what that means, though possibly she lived with a family that had a young child, one who decided one day to use scissors to cut off the whiskers (my own sister did that once with a past cat, lol). Molly is also timid and flees from all of us if we walk straight towards her, and is especially sensitive to the adult men. Maybe her past family abused her? Who knows. And once, when I was watching TV (I do believe it was Benji, lol), a small white dog appeared on the screen and started yipping. Well, Molly had just come into the room at that point and when she heard the yapping, she all but raced up to the TV and just stared, until the dog left and she lost interest. I have a theory that her past family had a small dog, which could also explain how well Molly behaves towards my dog.Ahh, speaking of my dog. Jake doesn't get the appropriate love from Buffy and Willow, so when Molly arrived and let him sniff her and nudge her and follow her, why, he was in heaven! He was her shadow for about a year, before he relaxed and realized she wasn't going anywhere. He still loves her, and now that he's hanging back from Molly, she's been warming up to him even further, swatting at him in play when he passes by her hiding place. She was too timid to do it before, which is understandable, seeing as how he's a 55+lb monster who tends to get overexcited and stomp around with his front legs. And the best thing I love about Jake and Molly's relationship is how they respond to each other when they've both missed the other for a while. Molly will walk into a room, see Jake, squawk and toddle up to him. He will get up from wherever he's been lying and walk the rest of the way up to her, and then she'll give him a head-butt against his chin or throat. Jake, being as inexperienced with cats as he is, never quite knows what to do when she does that, so he'll wag his tail madly, raise his head up high ("The better to see you, my dear!"), and sometimes he'll give her one big, mighty shove in her side with his head. If it were the other two cats, they'd scatter, scream, and launch an attack later in the day. Molly, she just stumbles a little bit, looks puzzled, purrs, tries another nudge, and then goes along her way. If Jake DOESN'T shove her with his head, he squeals and races in circles around her before he plops down into a lay-down and just stares(he's a Border Collie-Australian Shepherd mix, a herding breed, so, you know... lol)I chose July 7 at Molly's birthday mainly for sentimental reasons. Exactly 30 years to the day, in 1975, my favorite racehorse, Ruffian, died. On July 7, 2005, Jake came home from the vet hospital after undergoing surgery to repair his anterior crutiate ligament. And on August 7, 2005, my niece, Ameleah, was born, and we figured it'd be cute when Ameleah gets a little older and finds it soooooo cool that Auntie Inky's kitty was born exactly a month before her own self. Yes, that's us, we're odd.This movie basically profiles from beginning to end our journey with Molly. The first bunch of pictures (the ones in that bare, white room, the closeup shot of Molly eating food (with the shortened whiskers)) occured the first night we met her, and the following pictures occurred within the next few days. The picture of her all puffed up was from when she met Jake for the first time, and the rest of the pictures are the rest of the time, all in order. You'll notice how she goes from a fit 5 month old (slightly underweight, though you'd only know it by feeling her ribs), to an overweight 20 month old, lol. She gained massive weight during this past winter; the previous weight gaining was slower and took place over a year or so. She's naturally a thicker, bulkier type of cat, but she is still a bit tubby, so we're working on it.

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