Molly and I met Memorial Day, 1994. I was doing a med pass on the patio at the nursing home at the VA, when I looked down and saw a little brown and black tabby doing figure 8's around my ankles as if she knew me all her life! One of the patients told me she already had 3 litters. The staff, even though their jobs were in jeopardy for feeding the stray cats, continue to feed the little cat. On Labour Day(9/4/94), I returned again to the nursing home to work a shift. The nurse I worked with had brought canned cat food to entice the tabby from the bushes and into the carrier. It WORKED!!! I called Barry and told him to clean up the enclosed porch, we had a " guest " coming. Molly wasted no time in winning Barry over. By Tuesday morning, she had him wrapped around her little paws. Off to the vet to get spayed and vaccinated. Back at the house, Molly proceeded to hid out for 3 weeks. We just waited for her to come out, and she did! Molly let us always know that she was not happy with a newcomer, by staging a hunger strike. Once she was convinced they were staying, she would eat again. Molly survived 7 new cats, several foster kittens, and 2 moves. After Boo died, Molly became the matriarch, a position she relished!!! She had Boo's whack to the back of the head move down to a T. Molly shamelessly flirted with Barry, I was just the caregiver, piller and fluid giver. We did have an evening routine, where Molly would spend several hours on my lap. I miss that now. When Molly's beautiful elelctric green eyes lost their luster, we knew it was time to let her go. Barry and I were with Molly when she peacefully left for the Bridge on Monday evening. I am sure by now, Molly has met Boo, Ashley, Mickey, Baby Sylvia, Spunky, Ralph, and Nicholas at the Bridge. Molly was 15 and had a good life. We will always love her and we miss her terribly. Sleep softly, sweet little Molly....