Here is the first video I took of Molly in July 2017. I guess that Molly is the one bugging her mommy. 😂 She was the runt of the litter, along with her sister who unfortunately didn't make it. But Molly is a fighter. There were two blue girls, two blue boys and two black boys. Her father is a gorgeous blue Persian. Her mother is probably not a purebred Persian.
His name is BB as of now, and it stands for Bailey's Baby. Our shepherd Bailey found him in the street while she was on a walk, and he immediately bonded with her.
A KITTEN SHOWED UP AT OUR HOUSE BUT WERE TRYING NOT TO LET HIM IN CAUSE HE COULD HAVE KITTY DISEASES AND WE RLLY WANNA GIVE HIM TO MY FRIEND CAUSEE HIS KITTY RECENTLY WENT MISSING
Okay, so I am posting about my kitten again. Get used to it because I am about to become obsessed with her. I am a reformed cat girl (my childhood pet was a cat named Frances, and she was my ride or die homie), and I cannot even begin to tell you how fucking crazy about cats I was as a kid. But I'll try because you asked so nicely (I know you didn't, but I also don't care).
If we were playing pretend on the playground, I would always pretend to be a fucking cat (sometimes a cheetah, but most often, a domestic house cat with slightly feral tendencies).
I can mimic cat noises pretty fucking well to this day because I spent hours "talking" to Frances in her language so she could understand me because I was delusional like that.
I unironically love the musical Cats and have since I was maybe 6 or 7 (I have seen this musical live, like, 7 times if not more and will see it again if it comes back to town) all because my mom let my obsessive-ass rent the dual-tape version from Hollywood Video and I ended up loving it so much that I watched/rented it so often that I burned the copy out and had to finally get my own. I would leap through the house singing these crazy songs from Cats at all hours and at the slightest provocation.
Guys, I am about to become possessed by the spirit of my childhood self in the worst of ways. I am not sorry.
Sundays are for cuddling with the kitties. Except for Callie, who chooses to snuggle by herself away from the family because she’s old and grumpy but that’s okay.