This story came to us via Mollie, a former street cat who has now settled down into a safe home.
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 as my own. 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, strange things started to happen. A random ginger cat appeared outside the house. My housemates stroked her, fed her and even gave her a name as if it were me! I meowed, hissed and fought…but this didn’t scare her at all. Isn’t one cat enough? This is still my home…Meooow…
