She is. She also stinks to high heaven after her encounter with a skunk. Now I’ve got to figure out how to get the smell out of her fur.
This would be a good example of how the Internet, fine as it is, still has limitations. Pictures don’t communicate anything tactile and nothing scented — not that you would want to smell her. Believe me, you don’t want that!
Update:
It wasn’t as bad as feared. Molly didn’t get sprayed by a skunk, she passed through an area where a skunk had sprayed. Still, a bath was in order:
For a lazy Sunday morning, it has been remarkably active. And I’m wired on coffee now!
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