|Molly's "mugshot" from the web|
|First meal in the rest area|
|Here you can see how skinny she still was.|
There is never anyone around to introduce cats the way the experts say you should. I just set the carrier down in the hallway and let the other cats look. Midnight hissed once at her and walked away. For the life of me I can't remember which cat it was that followed her around as she explored. I think it was Emily.
Emily was actually a little scared of the kitten and didn't know what to think of her. Then she realized she was entertainment, like a wind-up toy. She was four years older, and in about a week she wondered how you turned the toy off. Turn around is fair play, because when Emily was a kitten she was a hyperactive dynamo. One weekend she retreated to a corner to sleep, but after that she and the new kitten became best buddies. As a matter of fact, Emily lost most of her bad habits.
As for the Olympic Snuggling Event, Molly had to sleep with me that night. First she snuggled up to my neck on the right side of my head, then she snuggled under my chin, then she crawled over and snuggled against my neck on the left side, purring loudly all the time. At some point she began grooming me, washing me all over my mouth and chin, nose, too, outside and in.
|Another fun kitten event, yarn-winding.|
|All grown up|