Our new cat Molly is settling in nicely.  She is a whirlwind of energy and
has explored every square inch of the house in her six days here.  She rubs
against legs and asks to be petted.  She plays with the kids.  She's
explained her ground rules to the dog and last time she and Jake ran through
the room, she was chasing him.  She likes the kids and will curl up next to
them when they play video games.

But she is afraid of me.  I know why.  In her short life in captivity she
has been poked and prodded and injected and medicated and tested and had her
tummy split open and stitched up.  While raising four kittens that had to be
very taxing to her tiny body.

So she doesn't trust me and she doesn't trust my motives.  She seldom even
will come into the room I'm in.

So all you purr machines out their will you send some messages to the
Mothership for Molly.  Let her know she is home.  Even if she never warms up
to me she is home and safe and loved.  And nobody wants to hurt her or make
her unhappy ever again.

Jo