Miss Molly

    MISS MOLLY

    Miss Molly, with her ravishing good looks, raven coat and big green/hazel eyes was a stunner, young, confident, perhaps a bit brash but a beauty through and through.  Typically of teenagers she was finding her way in the world , she had her morning routines settled, familiar ports of call, the hole in the back fence, the warm nap spot under the azalea for the morning sun and the sandy patch in the adjacent gardens for necessary ablutions.  She would have liked to get up under the roof, where she knew a bit of potentially tasty entertainment was, usually a mouse or two and in season sometimes nestlings easy prey for her youthful hunting practice, however of late this had become off limits and she had been grounded when the entry had been closed off by some less than charitable but much less disturbed neighbors.  Today though she decided true to her persistent, feline nature she might try another option……..

    She was less than her normal self when I saw her, disheveled coat, hunched with screwed up pained eyes and grumpy when ever anybody touched her.   Being careful not to hurt her and firm when we were in danger from a hook with her claws we checked her over.  Her temperature given begrudgingly edged up to 39.6, her heart ticked away reassuringly perhaps a little fast and in time with increased breathing, her claws were a little less lustrous than usual and two of her back claws were matted up with fur and dirt.  I was checking some sticky stuff under her ankle when she growled at Charlotte who was holding her. Behind her elbows on each side of her chest were some wounds, we carefully clipped away her black fur to reveal 2 areas of roughened skin corrugation, not really wounds more pinches.

    In her ongoing explorations she had seen a narrow little hole into that roof space and today she thought she might give it a try.  Being careful not to be seen she climbed up to the hole and looked in, it seemed OK, she wriggled one shoulder through then squeezed the other shoulder through, crikey it was a tight fit.  Just as she was about to push further in she heard a crash behind her, she pulled back sharply, her front legs were trapped, the noise was getting louder, she panicked, scratched frantically with her back claws, her skin burned as she scrabbled frantically to get out, terrified she felt herself pop out like a cork in a flash she was across the garden through the hole and in her cat flap…

    She just lay there and growled when I tried to pick her up, not like her at all, could you check her over for me please… 
    Go Back to Peter's Corner
    Share by: