I was born in the Medina of Marrakech. I have dozens of brothers and sisters. Mum didn’t have time to look after me, I was a bit fragile… So she left me at the neighbourhood hanout. She told me he sold kibble and that someone would surely buy some for me. But I was tiny and dirty, huddled in the corner by the door, and no one saw me. My mother never came back for me. Luckily, Hamza picked me up and found me a place where I could regain my strength. I wasn’t sick; I didn’t catch the terrible cat flu. I was given food straight away. As I was too dirty, I went to the beauty salon for a good wash. I didn’t like it. Mustapha even put perfume on my fur when I came out. But I looked much prettier! I stayed in the house and found other brothers and sisters. The older ones are a bit strict sometimes, but there are also little kittens I can play with and break things. I love getting into mischief. So my name is Boulette!
