From Street to Sofa

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 became rather pesky. A random ginger tomcat started creeping around the house. To my frustration, my housemates started feeding and stroking him. They treated him as if he were mine, even calling him by a name they gave him! I meowed and hissed at him, but he wasn’t scared at all. This is still my home…Meooow…