To be real honest

If I’m really really honest, I don’t like cats in my bed. I do like cats (how surprising), but not the bulks of hair they seem to loose every minute of the day. Sometimes I look at Molly when she sleeps (and does not move) and even then hairs fall off her little body.

There’s only one problem with my principle. Molly is too sweet. I can’t resist her. I tried to forbid her to jump on our bed on Sunday mornings, but I just can’t. Her sweetness is her secret weapon, it makes you weak and say “aaaahhh…sweeeet” at everything she does…and allow her to do it anyway.

So…she may sit on our bed on Sunday morning. As long as I can take a picture of her sleeping for my Molly blogposts.