How We Met

Molly was born into the most errible conditions possible. Her owners fed their cats DRIED,ROTTEN,OL- IVES and didn't care wether the poor kitty died or lived. Molly and her surviving sister were brought by a nice lady to Operation Catnip, where they were spayed. One of Molly's eyes was very infected, so they had it removed, and she was given to me. Her sister, however, was returned to her nasty owners, because they threatened to sue Operation Catnip for not giving them back their cat. Molly's sister was returned, and the next day, the nice lady that had brought Molly and her sister in wanted to see her, so she called the people, and when she asked about the kitten, they replied, "She curled up in a blanket last night and died.". Molly, today, as I write this, is happily alive and well. I'm almost positive that the ghost of her sister often visits her, because sometimes I'll see Molly seemingly looking at something, and meowing soundlessly, like she is talking to something that's invisible to me, but not to her. Molly thanks me every day for rescuing her, and I love her