Beau is the feral cat who's lived with us for the past ten years. He spends most of the day on the patio outside the kitchen, looking in through the doorway in hopes of seeing Molly, the love of his kitty life.
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At intervals, Beau has to hiss to demonstrate how ferocious he is. He sometimes spits at me as well, but he never misses a meal.
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While he's waiting for Molly to come out to see him, he often looks glum, but his patience pays off.
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Meanwhile, Molly's having a little rest. In her opinion, there's no sense rushing right out.
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She finally rewards him for his adoration.
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She rolls in the sunshine to show her appreciation. Beau is smitten at the sight of her.
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This is Emma in her box, which she insists on keeping in the middle of the kitchen table so she can see what's going on. At intervals, Molly jumps in and sneaks a nap, but it's really Emma's turf. After all, Molly has Beau. Poor Emma is the baby sister, just making the best of things.
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The thing about the perfect box is you can rest your chin on the flap any time you want.
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If she's cute enough, she knows she'll get a little kiss. In the background, Molly looks on, probably hoping for a turn.
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Beau
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Beau and Emma
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Beau and Molly
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Beau and Molly playing
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Emma
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Molly
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Emma was almost sure
she'd be able to see over the top of this basket.
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Now Emma gets under
the rug like this when she feels she isn't getting enough attention.
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This is Molly in her
award winning role as a dead cat.
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On the other hand,
when Molly's awake, she can be quite imperious.
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This is Molly in her
Easter basket. She reminds me of a woman squeezing into her girdle.
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