The Diary Of Molly Hooper

Silly Me

Sometimes I don't understand how I can be so silly.

But you know what? It seems like being silly worked out well this time around. I took in the stray cat and I went ahead and named it...I'm definitely not letting this one go any time soon. He is a complete and utter sweetheart, and I'm so glad that I brought him into my home. 

There's always the chance that this'll backfire on me, simply because I've been silly enough to bring a stray into my house and then name him. I mean, I have to take care of yet another pet on top of all my work. It wasn't the smartest decision I've made, that's for sure.

Now I have to worry about putting out more food, cleaning the litter box more often, getting more toys, making sure that both cats are clean and groomed and happy. Of course, I also have to worry that Toby is getting along with his new housemate. 

At first I was very worried Toby was going to get jealous or something silly like that, but everything so far has been turning out very well. They do tend to avoid one another most of the time...but I have looked over and found them playing with one another sometimes!! It's taken every bit of me not to burst out in a coo because it's simply adorable!!

But as for the stray cat himself, he seems to be adjusting to life inside of a home very well. I'm guessing he probably used to live inside of a house. Something must've happened. Who knows? Maybe it was the pet of a murder victim. Oh, that's sort of morbid. Ignore the fact I said that. Back to the cute parts of the cat.

Remember when I said that I was at a loss as for what to name him? Well, I finally ended up figuring it all out. I was going to name Toby after someone who I admired, but things just didn't work out that way. It's all in the past now, anyways. But I've decided I'm going to go ahead and let this cat be named after someone I admire, because frankly the name works.

Willy. The new cat's name is Willy. Yes, very silly, I know. Silly Willy. But it certainly works for such a sweet little cat, which is why the name has stuck this whole time.

Now, you certainly don't need the brain of a consulting detective (is that what Sherlock calls himself? I can't remember) in order to figure out the name of the man who I named him after. I mean, I really only added a single letter. Usually I'm not very candid about these sorts of things...but everyone here seems to be really supportive of me.

Yes, his name is Will. And he's not from around this area. He likes to make that very clear. Another thing he likes to make clear is the fact that he isn't going to be staying in the area for too much longer. But for some reason, my silly heart tends to ignore this and makes me keep going on as if he's never leaving.

There isn't anything really serious going on between the two of us, I swear. It's more of an admiration sort of thing. Maybe even mutual admiration. We aren't dating, really, and I'm sort of glad. Dating would mean that we would break up one day, and I'd rather just have feelings for someone without a label...

But that is so silly of me! I've already been engaged before, and I remember how marvelous that felt. I would love to feel that same way in my relationship with Will, even though I don't think it's going to happen. 

He seems fairly desperate to get home, I think. He's been working on a case with Sherlock and John, and it's taking them forever to uncover anything. Sherlock has been forcing him to stay so that they can continue working on the case, or at least that's what I've heard.

But even when Will leaves, I'll still have a reminder that he was here and that I had a brief period of feeling so very happy. Willy will still be there. (How silly was that last sentence? I mean, really.) I'll have my cats and a way to just keep going on for another day, and another day, and another day, and another day...

I really don't want him to go. But there's nothing I can do to stop him.

xx Molly, Toby, and Willy