Cat.

She's the bestest friend a pregnant woman could ask for - well almost. If she were able to fetch me ice cream and rub my back she would be the bestest friend a pregnant woman could ask for!


She always says hello when she enters a room, and she isn't an overly vocal kitty so I know the little she does say is meaningful


She follows me around where ever I am, and rather than sit on my ever decreasing lap (due to baby bump) she curls up next to me and generally looks very cute and peaceful.


Her favourite toy is my knitting needle. She just loves pouncing on it and tries to carry it off in her mouth (much like a dog with a very large log)


She's borderline retarded (I swear). I have lost count of the amount of times she has one of her 'mad half hours' and has run full pelt into one of my legs/the table/a cupboard. Probably a good thing that we live in a flat and she doesn't get out much. Imagine the carnage?

I do love my chunky little Molly.