Molly finally took me into her arms. She had been working all day—baking cakes, setting the table, and cleaning every corner of the apartment. After placing the cake in the fridge to cool, she turned down the music, switched on the TV, and sat down on the sofa with me in her lap. Slowly, as she gently stroked my head, she began to drift off to sleep. I started relaxing too, curling up on top of her belly. I listened to her deep, steady breathing as she slept, clearly worn out from the day's preparations for the big event tomorrow. She had told me that everyone would be coming over to eat together, and that it was going to be a lot of fun.
After a few hours, I woke up. I stretched and thought about waking Molly, only to find that she was no longer there. Curious, I jumped down from the sofa and began quietly padding my way through the apartment, checking one room after the other. She was nowhere to be seen. I figured she might have gone to the store or somewhere nearby, so I climbed back onto the couch and waited patiently for her return.
A few minutes passed before I heard the sound of the key turning in the door. Instantly, I sprang up and rushed to greet her. She walked in holding a big bag filled with chocolate and other treats. She smiled and told me that her grandma had given it to her, asking her to hide the sweets until tomorrow. It sounded like such a strange request to me. Still, I was just glad she was back—especially since it was getting close to dinnertime. In fact, it was already quite late, later than usual. I sat in front of my bowl and started meowing, hoping she'd notice. She took off her coat and shoes, slipped into her house slippers, and made her way into the kitchen. Finally, she poured food into my bowl. I happily ate it all, then returned to the sofa for a long nap. Molly joined me not long after, and together we drifted off to sleep with the soft murmur of the TV playing in the background.
The next morning, Molly got up early. She showered, got dressed, and put me on a leash before we headed out. She lived in a beautiful little town filled with trees, greenery, and sunshine. Just around the corner, her family was waiting. We greeted everyone—I got loads of pets—and then we began our walk. We walked for quite a while and eventually arrived at a small forest. There was a wooden table with seats next to a gentle river. Molly unclipped my leash and told me not to run off too far.
Then I was off, eager to explore this unfamiliar place while they set up the table for lunch. My first stop was the river. I'm not the biggest fan of water, but I've always found my reflection in it fascinating. I took a few sips, then wandered further into the woods, scratching my claws against tree trunks and sniffing everything I passed. A little while later, I returned to find Molly finishing up her meal. She handed me a small bowl of water. I drank a bit before she gently clipped my leash back on, and we all headed home. This time, everyone came with us. Molly's apartment was small, but somehow she managed to make space for everyone.
As the guests settled in, removing their coats and shoes, Molly picked me up and gave my paws a quick bath in the sink—which I did not enjoy. She dried them with a towel and let me go. I trotted into the living room, where I was showered with cuddles and strokes. Eventually, I settled down on the big sofa right next to Molly's sister. She was my favorite. It seemed like she always had treats in her pockets, and today was no exception. She gave me a few before Molly walked in, calling everyone for "Coffee." They all got up and headed into the kitchen, where the cake and decorations were waiting. Everyone seemed delighted with the cake. I tried to get a piece myself but wasn't successful, so I returned to the sofa and fell asleep.
There's nothing better than waking up from cuddles, and that's exactly what happened—Molly's sister, Clara, woke me with a flurry of affectionate strokes. When I opened my eyes, I saw the chocolate Molly had received from her grandma sitting neatly arranged on the table. They kept chatting for quite a while after finishing their cake and receiving their chocolates, but one by one, the guests began to leave, each taking a gift with them. Molly's parents stayed the longest. They helped her wash the dishes and tidy up. She looked tired but grateful. Eventually, they left too.
Now it was just the two of us again. Molly looked even more exhausted than she had the night before—but also happy. She flopped onto the sofa, let me climb into her lap, and turned on the TV.