Ellie the Cat moved in about a month before Molly crossed the Rainbow Bridge. Ellie helped out during my grieving process and in a lot of ways I am still grieving the loss of Molly. Ellie helped with that transition but it has been over 20 years since I have had a cat. I forgot how temperamental, loving, and funny a cat can be. She will be licking my hand one minute and then be trying mangle it with her claws and teeth the next.
I can just look at Ellie and she stares back at me and I know she is plotting a sneak attack. She is a lot like Molly in the fact that she believes every time I am opening the refrigerator door, I must be getting something for her to eat. Every time I open the milk jug, she drops ninja style from the ceiling waiting for me to pour her some. She was an outdoor cat before I got her and she hasn't quite got the hang of the litter box yet. I occasionally go into the guest room where I keep the litter box and there will be cat turds thrown on the wall or sprayed on the floor. She has not reached the ceiling yet.
I will probably not write as much about Ellie because she does not have as much to say and I am still going to call this "Molly's World". This world of mine still belongs to Molly but she appreciates the fact that we are carrying on in it.
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