Molly the Cat

Molly the CatWe met Molly when we first moved into our new house. She always met me at the mailbox and came over to sit around with us when we did yard work. Neighbors in the area would often use our cul-du-sac as a turning around point for their walks, and Molly was always there to “make friends” with everyone.

We just thought she was the cul-du-sac cat and didn’t have a home*. We watched her from the summer of 2006, through the winter of 2006-2007, through the Spring and back into the following year before we realized that she was getting awfully skinny.

Since moving from Arizona neither of us wanted another mouth to feed around the house, but we also couldn’t allow that homely cat who had been lobbying pretty hard for us to be especially nice to her, to starve to death.

That afternoon, we made a trip to the grocery store. While there, I picked up a few cans of cat food. My intention was to put a can of cat food out near the front of the garage to hopefully give her something to eat. Man, she was skinny.

After doing this for several days, I was outside doing some carpentry when Molly happened into the garage and strolled right into the house. It was like she owned the place.

After doing a few carpentry-type things, I went into the house and, when Molly saw me, she panicked a bit. I think she knew that she had not gotten permission to enter the human’s house. I calmed her down by petting her a bit, and then she made herself at home.

So the story goes, and it is three years later, and Molly is still here. By the way, she is very clever. She does not lobby walkers anymore. I have caught her several times laying in the front yard watching walkers go by. Once, I even saw her walk away from someone who had bent over to pet her. Clever girl!

I have had cats before, but Molly is a peculiar animal. She has had somewhat of a difficult past. She does not require much attention and does have a very independent streak, and she is territorial beyond what I would consider healthy. I saw her get pretty bloodied up taking on another cat who had the temerity to stray into her turf.

Most of the year she spends out of doors. Comes in for the occasional feeding, maybe some petting and very rarely a nap on the office couch. Other than these very brief visits, she is off and running. Except during the winters.

As you may be aware, winters in Maine can be uncommonly brutal. She is mostly stuck indoors during these long months, and she is less than happy about it too.

During the summer months, she does leave us mementos now and then. No, she is well potty trained (we have a litter box, but she almost never uses it). What I am talking about is the small animal parts on the front and rear porches. Now, this is gross. I have never owned a cat who did this kind of stuff.

I have heard some cat owners say that their cats leave presents for the food, petting and shelter providers who live in the house with the front and rear porch, but I think it has more to do with her not wanting other predatory animals in the neighborhood to run off with her prey. She figures that by putting the prey close to the door, none of the real wild animals would venture this close to the door to steal the carcass–wild animals usually take great care to avoid the human animals!

So, I get to put on the thick rubber gloves to remove the remains from in front of the door. I would have thought that after having her dinner disappear from in front of the door would have forced her to find a new place to put her victims. But, alas, no. She still does it.

We use to have squirrels around the house, and we had a chipmunk living in a hole in our backyard for several years. Now, they have all moved their residences to safer habitats (didn’t think anyone would want me to give the gory details, so let’s just leave it at that).

* After the second year, we did find out that she owned the neighbors across the street. I talked to these neighbors on the telephone about Molly and they were grateful that Molly was okay, and that she had a new home. Huh! Apparently, they got a new cat several years prior and these two cats had become sworn enemies. They didn’t want her back.

 



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