Her courtroom is her home, and she sits there as the judge. She knows the house’s laws by heart— and with the law she will not fudge.
She listens to each argument with one unblinking stare, then silently decides that you were wrong for sitting in her chair.
The charge: her bowl was empty— well, she saw the bottom through.
The verdict: guilty, obviously. The culprit? Clearly you.
No pleading and no bargaining. No case can be dismissed.
And treats shall be delivered from the court’s approved snack list.
So mind your step and watch yourself— her rulings are quite firm. For every household member will someday get their turn.
She runs a tight courtroom, and justice gets no nudge—
This home belongs to Her Honor... and with the law, she will not fudge. ⚖️🐾
Molly is beautiful!
Turn back the clock, and my Ginnie looked exactly like your Molly.
Be advised, if you think she judges now, just wait till she gets her formal robes! (Meaning her darker color.)
And if she's anything like ours, she'll love you just as much as she judges you.
That pic was a little while back, but it's one of the best ones I have of her. She's full sized now and a little bit darker, but still mostly white. And even more judgemental than ever lol
You speak of her fondly. And knowing that her 'judgmentalness' is increasing as time goes on, she's perfect!
She is a little sweetheart in her own way. A very opinionated, temperamental sweetheart... but I wouldn't want it any other way. Even my other cats know that she is the de facto queen of the house