It seems that the more assertive and in charge Molly has become with Jake
and Kayla, the more of a love she becomes with us.

After last night I actually envision being a little old lady in a rocking
chair someday, with Molly curled up in my lap.

For those that haven't been here for the whole saga, Molly arrived over
three years ago.  An eighteen month old feral calico girl who had not only
lived on her own, but raised her babies on her own as well.  She would
barely let us touch her.  Picking her up was out of the question.  So was
being an indoor only cat.

Last night she followed her recent routine of coming in our room as soon as
we went to bed.  This time she jumped up and snuggled close to be.  But on
the side away from the edge of the bed so I could get up without moving her.
She has learned I don't stay put all night.  Only our second cat ever to
prefer sleeping next to me over sleeping by Charlie.

So I thought when I got up to get a drink of water and take my pills, 'why
not?'

I slid my hand under her gently and between her front legs and rolled her
over to her back.  And for the first time ever rubbed her tummy.  Almost
cried while I did it too.

Jo