Back in the day I adopted a rescue cat, also named Molly, also initially very shy. I kept saying her name when I spoke to her, because even the name was new to her. I spoke to her a lot, had whole conversations (LOL). When I ate I made her a little dish, never forced it, just put her food down. I always sing to my animals.
Before long I would hear her running through the house to greet me when she heard my key in the lock and she started waking me in the morning doing "happy feet".
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 Loving life in the Village of PattyLand
Y'know that part of your brain that tells you "ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!" I think I'm missing it.
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