Her name is Molly. She lived a love-filled life in a home with two big dogs, for eight years. Her ‘Mom’ doted on her – but, over time, the allergy issue made it impossible for Mom to hold or pet Molly. With great regret, Molly’s Mom sent a note out via Facebook asking for help.
“I don’t want to take my girl to a shelter!” she wrote. “I’d be afraid of her being there for a very long time, since I know how hard it is to adopt cats out. Especially adult cats like my Molly!” But, she could no longer keep her. Her asthma and allergies were out of control.
Not this time! This time…I could make a difference because I was ready for a new kitty! I immediately showed the message to Tom and Chloe (the ‘daughter’ who can’t have a cat due to her husband’s allergies). Both of them agreed we should consider adopting Molly.
After a few exchanges with Molly’s Mom, via email and phone, we made the decision. We decided to adopt Molly. It was agreed that we would drive to a mid-way mark (don’t ask me where it was… I’m woefully bad with geography…all I remember is meeting at a Burger King), and make the exchange. The day was gorgeous, full of bright sun, and warm temperatures. As usual, the scenery on the drive was beautiful. Colorado in the summertime sparkles like a new penny. Tom and I were anxious but eager – we talked about how to bring Molly into our family, introduce her to the dogs (luckily she was used to dogs), and make sure she was comfortable. The ‘love’ would have to grow organically, we knew.
The exchange was simple. Molly’s Mom was clearly distressed. “I don’t want to give her up!” she said. “But, I’m so glad it’s you adopting her!”
Molly meowed – and when we made the switch, from her cramped carrier to our big, open, clear plastic carrier, she was as interested in her surroundings as she was in what was happening. After tucking her medical history away, we settled her on the back seat and were on our way home. Her sweet meows were so tiny, so soft, we barely heard them! I think being able to ‘see’ through the top of our cat carrier kept her busy. In time, she relaxed and seemed to go to sleep.
Once here, at her new home, we brought her into the family room, where she would be ‘confined’ for awhile. It’s a large area attached to our laundry room… where the kitty litter box sits, and where we always fed Pandora. Molly fled, immediately, under the futon. But, she came out when called and allowed us to pet her and talk to her. We gated the top of the stairs, to keep the dogs out, but they were all there… very curious about what was going on.
Over the weeks, Molly has settled in nicely. We’ve removed the upstairs gate – and Emily, our treewalker hound dog, routinely heads down to see Molly. They often touch noses, but not much else. Molly is taking her time getting used to the dogs. She does love Tom – he’s there with her every day. It’s his office and Molly is now in love with his chair. When he’s not in it, she is. She gives the dogs a long stare when they venture down, but all in all, everyone is accepting the new girl. And, we are very sure that in short order, Molly will run the dogs lives, just as Pandora did!
One last little note – just last week, our daughter and her husband were here for a week, visiting from upstate NY. They brought Frankie, our so precious granddaughter – just turned 2. Frankie has 3 kitties at home, in NY. While she loved the dogs (and chased them about… to their credit, they were so tolerant of her!)… she was IN LOVE with Molly.
“Mow-mow,” she would call out to me, every morning.
“You want to see Molly?” I would ask. Mow-mow is her way of saying, “meow” – I believe she even does it at home with her three kitties.
“Yes!” she would nod her head vigorously and let me carry her downstairs. The excitement and pure delight on her face when Molly would come out was precious! I only wish I’d gotten a picture of it. To Molly’s credit, she sniffed Frankie’s outstretched hand and allowed this little girl to pet her, without pulling away.
It’s hard to understand how anyone cannot love animals, as we do. It’s hard to understand why cats languish in shelters – when we know many are just like Molly; loving, caring, warm, and full of life. The purrs alone help bring our blood pressure down and convince us that we are lucky to have a girl like Molly at our house.
As Tom says to anyone who asks, “We have three dogs, and one cat to rule them all.”
Is there any one thing in life that’s better than adopting a pet? I doubt it.
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