Meet Molly: The Smartest, Cutest and Funniest Cat I've Ever Known

Two years ago I never thought I'd end up being a proud cat owner (or should I say cat friend?). I love cats, but I just didn't feel like getting into the whole responsibility and stress thing again. I had two of my cats poisoned, so I really didn't need anything to remind me of that. Until Molly came.

Molly was a little alley cat. One night when I got home from the city center I saw a little scrawny cat march boldly towards my entrance porch. She looked like she meant business. I was in the process of getting my key out, but I thought I'd wait and watch her. She approached me and gave me the look. Dear gentlemen, now I know how you feel when ladies give you that same look - the measuring one. Apparently, the cat decided that I was a suitable candidate for adopting her because she started showing off. She was prancing around the entrance porch, purring. Then she started showing that she was the nicest cat in the world by rubbing her little face on the entrance porch pole. She didn't dare rub herself on my leg, but she was doing a great job with that pole - she even stood on her hind paws. But my mind was set - no cats, thank you very much.

"Go away!" - said I, - "I don't want a cat. Go home!".

But, of course, she had no home. I didn't know that at the time, though. So she went away. I felt sad because deep in my heart I wanted a cat. But it was all for the best.

She came the next day, showed off for about 10 minutes and then left. She was tactful enough not to barge in into the house - she kept to the garden and the entrance porch. She came the day after and started visiting me every day. Oh, don't even believe that it was just something she did - it was a calculated strategy that paid off in the future.

At first, I just watched her. Then I started playing with her. Sometimes she would come when I was eating, but I was careful enough not to offer her food. She didn't mind. But I didn't last too long. After a month I started feeding her a bit. We became real friends and then I just had to invite her into the house. By this time I was feeding her regularly and she was no longer the scrawny creature she once was. She turned out to be a beautiful Siberian. In the end, I simply asked her if she would live with me. She gave me the measuring look and said "Yes, please!".

Molly is the funniest and the smartest cat I've ever met. She catches mice and frogs and brings them into the house. While they are still alive. Why? Because she wants to amuse me and give me things to play with. I guess she laughs her head off when I chase them around the living room with a broom. Frogs are the worst because, well, they hop. And sometimes they hop on me because they are so frightened. Of course, I scream and Molly starts rolling on the floor. I'm sure she would have laughed out loud if she knew how to do that!

When Molly gets bored with mice and frogs, she goes for bigger things. One day she killed a magpie. I told her off and said: "Hey Molly, why don't you bring something useful! I don't eat magpies and neither do you!". I wish I never said it. Next week Molly proudly brought me a chicken. I was terrified because I didn't know where she got it! I mean, I didn't want angry neighbors giving her a good kick and suing me! But she was careful because no neighbors came. And since I didn't know whose chicken she slaughtered, I made soup and told Molly never to do anything like that. She gave me a disdainful look, but then she winked. I can swear she did.

Then she started bringing fish. I guess someone in the town had a fish pond that was rapidly becoming an empty pond. When Molly caught all the fish there was (at least, all the fish she could catch), she started pinching food. Oh, not from me! I could leave a steak on the kitchen table and she wouldn't touch it. But she did enjoy stealing food from the neighbors. One day she pinched a huge frozen cod, came home carrying it and dumped it near her bowls. Then she looked at me: "Are you going to cook it for me or what?". What else could I do? I cooked the damned thing, but told Molly never to steal from the neighbors again.

Have you ever met a cat that likes playing with sticks? No? Well, Molly LOVES sticks. Just watch the video and see for yourself!

I love my Molly. She's a great friend, she looks after me and does everything to cheer me up when I'm sad. She even tries to keep me clean and licks me every morning. Not that I approve, but there is no way I can explain to her that humans wash with soap. She doesn't understand because after all, she is a cat.