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, and I decided to stay.
My new friends started calling me Mollie. I don’t mind, especially since it comes with food, comfort, and a house full of pillows and couches for me to claim. Sometimes I even curl up on the bed. My homies pretend it bothers them, but I know they secretly love having me close.
When the sun is out, I spend my days on the terrace, watching over the garden. Sometimes rabbits appear, which I chase with excitement. When I catch one, I bring it back as a gift for my housemates. Unfortunately, they don’t seem overly impressed by this. Perhaps they haven’t realized yet that it’s one of my greatest skills.
One day, something strange happened: Another cat appeared at the house, welcomed by my housemates and treated like me! My homies fed her, stroked her, and even gave her a name. I tried everything to scare her away. I meowed, hissed and fighted! Yet, she stayed, receiving the same affection as me.
Aren’t two cats just one too many? After all, this is still my home…meooow…
