She came to me when I couldn't even afford another cat - but her owners were at their wits' ends with her (and in another few months I was at my wits' ends too!)
I had to get a grant to get her spayed (though fortunately my finances picked up so I paid that back) and true to form the night before she was due to go to the vet's, she came into call...
She is horrible, aggressive, she makes a mess in the bath, she is a total pest...she also shadows me, smiles at me, OWNS me, sleeps snuggled up on the bed with me...this has been going on for almost 4 years now.
Recently I discovered the 1920s song - 'Hold that tiger, hold that tiger, hold that tiger down!' Moll likes to jump up beside me and have her back stroked and 'scruffled up'. She trills softly until I do this, so lately I've been singing 'hold that tiger!' (Errm yes I know
) and gently slapping her backside...just now we were holding the tiger down but the tiger leapt round and walloped me - but with claws sheathed!This is a great advance for Molly-kind!
