I've mentioned before that Molly is very seldom affectionate with us.  I
think she has maybe jumped up on my lap twice.  Don't know if she has ever
jumped up on Charlie.  And he is the ultimate cat whisperer.

Last night my oldest, Vicki stopped by for a visit.  Now our cats have
always liked her better than they like us.  Likely to do with nice long
acrylic nails, nice perfume, and absolute confidence in handling cats.

Molly promptly jumped into her lap for scritches.  After a while we are
discussing the abandoned animals across the street and grandson Steven
mentions that when he saw the kittens a few weeks ago they were just covered
with fleas.  At that point we all think we are itching.  Then a flea jumps
from Molly to Vicki.  Vicki catches it a crushes it.

I'm especially concerned as Molly has been hanging out with the homeless
rabbits though she did have her Advantage a couple of days before, so Vicki
scruffs her and flips her over to check for flea dirt and more fleas.  Molly
was clean, but decided that laying on her back on Vicki's lap while scruffed
was perfectly nice.  So she stayed there for tummy scritches till Vicki
left.  Purring to beat the band,

About the only thing Molly did to be nice to me was to stay on the sofa
after Vicki left.  Usually she hops down and goes off to do her own thing so
fast it insulting.

(But she still sleeps on my feet if none of the boys are here)

Jo