Our little kitty, Molly, is a pretty friendly girl. You hear lots of folks say cats aren't friendly, that they're aloof, but not Molly. She loves Tom the most, but it happy to meow at me and Chloe (daughter) and enjoys her neck scratches every day.
I was wondering how she felt about the dogs...since she seems to avoid them a bit. She doesn't boss them around the way our other cat used to, and she doesn't let them boss her around, but she also doesn't engage with them, if she can help it. The most I've seen her do is touch noses with Emily or Olive. I guess it's something.
I had a conversation with her the other day, and this is what she told me:
ME: "Molly, we love having you come up to the living room on weekends when we watch TV. Why don't you come up more often? Are you worried about the dogs?"
Molly: "Dogs? Oh, those other creatures you have... no, I don't worry about them. They can get annoying - that white one is always sniffing at me or trying to chase me down the stairs... like I care. I just do my own thing, you know. Does that bother you?"
ME: "Well, I worry that you aren't happy. We spend a lot of time with the dogs - they even come up on our bed at night. Every time we try to get you to come join us, you turn tail and hop back downstairs."
Molly: "Oh, that. Well, I've seen the family bed. It's covered with ... dog hair, and dogs, and people. Honestly, if you want me to join you, why can't those dogs stay in their beds? I see those fancy beds they have. Why should they be on the bed? They take up so much room!"
Molly: "Hmph. You can believe what you like, Mom. But, I need way more room than I see on that bed. Besides, the white dog will just keep bothering me - she thinks she ownsTom. How did you let that happen?"
ME: "Oh, that's not my fault. Tom loves her, too. But, we both love you... and you could lie next to me. Olive and Chester usually lay down at the bottom of the bed. I think you're being too fussy."
Molly: Giving me a wide-eyed stare: "Fussy? Me?" She turned away and flicked her tail at me. "Let me show you fussy..." and off she went, to complain about her breakfast.
Maybe we'll get her to join us on the family bed this winter. It's nice and cozy up there in the evenings. We'd love to have her cuddle with us, and the dogs.
***Molly here..."She's dreaming. Get rid of the dogs...or make'em sprawl on the floor, and I'll consider it."***