I took my eyes off her for 2 lousy minutes.. I was just watching a little American Idol. That's all the time she needed to shred the new and cute little stress ball. I never even got a chance to actually squeeze it.. Sometimes I get this feeling that she and the cats are in cahoots.. I distinctly remember seeing the ball on top of the shoe cabinet earlier in the day, so how did it end up on the floor with Molly? One of the treacherous felines must've pushed it down.
But then look at how content she is. Surrounded by the fruits of her labor.. I can't stay mad at her. It's just so nice to see her relaxed and happy. Such a big difference from when she moved in 1 year ago and she was too scared to eat or let me touch her. I wouldn't trade all the stress balls in the world for her happiness :)
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