I promised her she would never look for another home again. She was originally adopted at the ripe old age of 10ish, so at this point she was pushing 16-17 years old. She lived in my house, slept wherever she wanted, loved the other cats and the dogs, and was a perfect little lady. We took all but four of her teeth out because they were rotten and every once in a while she would give you a love bite with the four canines that were left in her mouth and it hurt! But it was definitely a love bite. She loved her wet food, she loved sitting in your lap and being loved and petted and purred and talked constantly. She also loved to lick your nose- lick and then love bite! She purred all the way to the end today snuggled up in her plush little brown donut bed. Now she will have a peaceful resting place at the Lapcats Manor. Rest in peace sweet Molly. I will never forget you.