Molly was all ears and eyes. This post has been rescued from 6 years ago, remembering our Molly. She was always suspicious, even of the most kind and gentle people, though in the end she learned to trust us and became much more relaxed. In this photograph she was about 12 years old. Dear Molly. Read the original post to find out what the title means.
Original Post: March 27, 2012 – 87/366 – Molly – “You won’t catch me going into that new heated bed. I know it’s a trap”
My cats hate the summer. They’re indoor cats and in the winter they spend their time lying behind the wood stove surrounded by blissful heat. In the summer the stove goes out. We live in an old farmhouse surrounded by leafy trees that protect it from the stifling summer temperatures, which means that it stays lovely and cool. Lovely unless you are a cat, when it seems as if you spend the summer huddled under a pile of blankets on the sofa trying to get warm.
To reclaim our sofa (and get rid of the blankets) we bought a heated cat bed for their summer. Rupert loves it. Molly, who is a little psycho hates it. What she actually hates is the crackly sounding foil insulation inside the soft covering on the top. “Makes a crackly sound that cats love” is the marketing slogan. It freaks her out. She would obviously rather freeze, as you can see in her expression here. I hope she changes her mind. Or she will have a very cold summer to look forward to.