From Street to Sofa

Meooow...It’s me, Mollie! I love running up olive trees or hanging out in the shade. I’ve lived in this garden for as long as I can remember and can’t think of any better place to live.

One day, a new couple arrived at the house. They were different from the usual holidaymakers I had seen before. When I approached them, they offered me milk and treats. It felt as if they were inviting me to stay with them.

My new friends showed me their house, which was full of pillows and couches that I was allowed to make my own. They seemed to enjoy stroking me and started calling me Mollie. However, when I curled up on their bed, they seemed bothered. But deep inside, I know, they love having me close by.

When the sun comes up, I spend my days on the terrace, keeping an eye on the garden. Ever so often, a rabbit comes onto the lawn. If I feel like chasing it, I take it home to show my new buddies. Unfortunately, they don’t seem to like it at all. I think they’re missing out on what I believe to be my greatest skill...

One day, things took an unexpected turn. Another cat got cheeky and began sneaking around the house. Imagine my dislike when my housemates started feeding and stroking him as if he were theirs! They even gave him a name. I meowed and hissed at him, but he didn’t seem too bothered. This is still my home...Meooow...