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| There is no cat more beautiful than a tabby, especially a classic tabby
like Molly. Molly came to me as a kitten, the last of three siblings
born in the warehouse of my local feed store. She should have been
wild, but instead she was fearless and gregarious, which is how I ended
up taking her home. The young man who loaded feed said she would run if
I tried to pet her, but instead she purred and rubbed her head on my
hand. How could I resist? I was still saying "no more cats.." as I
drove away with my 200 lbs of feed and one tiny tabby kitten. | | | | | | | |
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| Molly helping out in the studio. |
Her tabby daddy ruled that feed store for years, perching on the counter
for all the customers to admire . Even for a tom cat he was heavily
built; a stocky cat - and Molly takes after him. She's chunky; kind of
square, and when she walks ahead of me during chores I always notice her
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| Contemplating global warming... or perhaps listening for the sound of kibble |
Molly has a talent, too. She holds the Small Meadows Farm record for the
most flop-overs completed between the house and the feed shed - a total of eight!
If only I had a video camera...
Molly is eleven this year - a noble age for a noble cat. Molly is a loner -mostly aloof from the other cats. She comes in for lengthy naps and one-on-one attention from me, and she is happiest lying in the sun on one of her many perches.
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My favorite Molly photo...
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