Her name is Molly Lee. She is Two and a half years old and she is my little girl. She is a very content little kitty and loves to be loved. Molly was giving to me in December of 1998. I was working at a vetrinarian hospital and one of the clients came in and said she was taking Babs to a shelter because she couldn't keep her anymore. I asked the lady what kind of cat it was and she said a tabby manx. I had always wanted a manx so I was like let me take a look at her and maybe I will take her home with me. She brought her in later on that day and I couldn't resist. The woman told me how she had gotten Babs. The woman was driving down a road and saw this kitten lying on the side of the road. She pulled over and went to see if the kitten was all right. Babs had been hit by a car and was nicked on the head. The woman took her to where I was working a few months earlier to the emergency vertrinarian clinic. I took Babs but I had to change her name. I didn't like the name that she had so I changed it to Molly. She is my little angel. I care about my little Molly girl very much. Molly has asthema and I have to give her pills ever so often. I believe that I was meant to have her. I also feel that if she was taken to the Humane Society no one would have taken her. They definetly wouldn't have given her the love that I have. She makes me smile everyday. She is my savior. I love my little Molly girl.