Loathe at first sight

I've taught the babies to say "Molly gone for walk". It's a good thing too, since this will always be the answer to the question "Where Molly?". I have never seen such a look of fear suffuse the face of a living creature, as when the poor animal trots through the door and spies the terrifying toddler beasts in the room. They've done nothing to deserve it. They've never even got close enough to lay a finger on her. She's just a wuss. But I suspect all they will ever know about her is a brief glimpse of a pair of goggling eyes and the tip of her tail as she flees. The clatter of the cat flap as she makes good her escape is inevitably followed by a plaintive "Where Molly gone?". Molly's gone for a walk, munchkin........because she hates you.