Today I am dedicating my post to my cousin Molly. We aren't blood cousins, but she was my mum's brother's cat. Sadly she passed away a year ago and so we are posting this as a tribute to her.
We never met, but Mum has met her and she really loved her. She was her little furry niece after all. Cats are drawn to Mum and Molly always loved it when she visited Uncle John in Sweden. She was always sad when she saw Mum packing her suitcase to fly back home. My uncle used to say that Molly would be a bit quiet after Mum and Gran had left.
Molly was such an affectionate cat and loved her daddy so much. My Uncle John is a musician and songwriter and she always liked to hang around while he was recording. Molly always liked to listen to Mum recording her vocals for their recording project. Molly was their Number 1 fan. And even when Mum practised her vocal exercises*, Molly wanted to hear. I don't know why. Mum's vocal exercises scared me when I was a tiny kitten and heard her doing them for the first time. In fact, she doesn't do them anymore because of me I think. But then again, maybe it's because she doesn't sing much these days.
Sweet Molly, we hope you are running free over the Rainbow Bridge with Suzy and Granddad and every other soul you have known and loved. Purrs xx 💖
|ROCK STAR KITTY|