Molly’s a real jerk sometimes. Like, I’ll roll over and show them my belly and nuzzle up to their leg and they’ll insist on petting me. Right on the belly. What the hell? Don’t touch my cute fuzzy stomach, I say. Yet here we are. And sometimes they give me the wrong brand of food. How hard is it to just give me the usual? It’s not like food ever runs out. But they’re a pretty cozy chair most days, so, I’ll let it slide. Also, I mean, yeah, ok. I help them with their witch stuff. But don’t spread that too far, my friends would never let me live that down.