Meooow…! It’s me, Mollie. One day, while wandering through my neighborhood in Andalucia, I found a door that seemed different. I meowed softly, hoping someone inside would notice me. Instead of pushing me away, the people inside offered me milk and treats. It felt like an invitation. How could I ever have ignored that?
My new homies started calling me Mollie. I don’t mind, especially since it comes with food, comfort, and a house full of pillows and couches that I can make my own. Sometimes I even curl up on the bed. My humans pretend it bothers them, but deep down I know they love having me close.
When the sun comes up, I spend my days on the terrace, keeping an eye on the garden. If a rabbit gets too close to the lawn and I feel like catching it, I take it home as a gift for my mates. Unfortunately, they have been rather unimpressed by this so far. I think they’re missing out on what I believe is one of my greatest skills…
One day, things got a little crazy. First, a random ginger tomcat started roaming around the house (nothing totally unexpected given all the free-roaming felines in the area). But then, believe it or not, my housemates started taking care of him, stroking and feeding him. They even gave him a name and treated him as if he were mine! I meowed and hissed at him, but he wasn’t scared at all. Isn’t one cat enough? This is still my home…Meooow…
