go away, twoleg

He was woken up by hunger.

Opening his eyelids, he moved lightly... something seemed wrong——

I am obviously a person, how can I walk together with my hands and feet? ? ? ! ! !

Looking down in a daze, there are fluffy... paws.

He lifted it up and shook it, sharp nails protruded from the thick pads, and the tip was shining coldly. He couldn't help scratching it. a silver cord.

"..." It was actually broken.

He shook his head, although he felt awkward, but he couldn't control it so much now, he could already feel the twitching of his extremely hungry stomach.

Looking around, this is an empty bedroom, yes, I am now on the big bed in the bedroom.The bed was quite big. After he walked a few steps, his legs were a little weak, and he was shaking all the time.

don't want to go...

If that's the case, it's better to roll over.

He found a sheet, wrapped himself in it, and tried rolling over.

It felt good, the bed was very comfortable.

Then he literally rolled out of bed.

When he got off the ground, he was actually very proficient in walking with four feet, and he didn't trip over himself.

He praised himself with countless words in his heart——

I'm really talented, talented, smart, smart, capable, ingenious-oh, no, he has no hands.

This is really a sad story, the heart hurts so much that he wants to eat his hands, ah, he forgot again, he has no hands to eat, it seems that he can only lick his paws in the future.

So, this is a story too sad to lick its paws.

However, licking paws will not be full, and you still have to eat.

He pushed open the bedroom door and left...

Wait a minute, this door can't be opened!

try again!

He pushed it hard, feeling that he had exhausted all his breastfeeding strength, but the door still didn't open.

What is wrong?

He lay on the ground panting, looked up——

door handle.

Meow, this door actually has a handle!

Have you considered how cats feel?

Ok? ? ?

it's wired.

How did he suddenly know that he was a cat?

He was a little confused, shouldn't he confirm it first?

There was a chair next to the bed, facing the mirror built into the wardrobe.

He jumped on the chair, looked in the mirror, and saw his own appearance-a small mixed-hair kitten.

It's true. Mixed-haired cat: The sorrel and white cat's fur is scattered in a mess, with a few strands of black in between.

He tilted his head, and the mixed-haired cat in the mirror also tilted his head, his big amber eyes were watery; he turned around, and the mixed-haired cat in the mirror also turned around, the fluffy fur was still trembling. .

Raising its front paws, the milk cat in the mirror raised its front paws tremblingly, and wagging its tail, the little short tail in the mirror also swayed.

It seems... and... kind of cute...

He thought silently, covering his face with his paws.

Ahhhhh, I'm going to be cute, I'm so cute!

He turned around a few more times, and jumped out of the chair when he was satisfied.

And to deal with tall little doorknobs!

He thought for a while, then set his eyes on the curtains by the window.The curtains in the bedroom are a layer of white gauze on the outside and a layer of blackout fabric on the inside. This is not the point. The point is that the blackout fabric is decorated with beautiful woven tassels!

The person who chooses this curtain must be a person who not only has taste but also loves cats-at a critical moment, save cats from hunger.

He pulled the tassels away with his claws, picked up a small corner of the curtain, aimed, aimed at the doorknob, and fired!

With a kick of his hind legs and a swoop of his front paws, he accurately grabbed the doorknob.

He wrapped the tassel around the doorknob and jumped down quickly. The curtains bounced back to their original position because of the loss of stretching force, and the doorknob was pushed down——the door opened!

The door really opened inwards.

He rubbed his face with his front paws and praised himself——

I am really talented, talented, smart, smart, capable, smart and clever.

Well, yes, that's it.

He stepped out of the bedroom, came to the living room, looked around, the living room was very quiet, and the clock on the wall made a clear "tick-tick-tick" sound.

The entire living room is decorated in warm tones, the furniture is wrapped around corners, the floor is covered with thick carpets, the central air conditioner is on, and the indoor temperature is moderate.

After walking around, he confirmed that the owner of this room was really not at home.

Nobody, that's fine.

Great for waves.

He wandered into the kitchen.

The cooking table was clean, and the cutlery seemed to be shining.He jumped up and sniffed it with his nose resolutely, a smell of disinfectant.

Nothing at all.

Oh, almost forgot, there is also a refrigerator.

I opened the refrigerator door with my claws, and there was indeed milk in it.

It's just a little high.

He squinted his eyes. The milk bottle was small at the top and wide at the bottom, and the milky white liquid was shaking slightly in it. Although it was sealed, he seemed to have smelled the fragrance of milk.

Trot around the refrigerator twice as a warm-up, then pounced forward, with a bang, the bottle fell down——

Broken.

The milk spread into irregular shapes on the ground, exuding a pleasant milky fragrance.The upper part of the glass bottle, the thinner part, had been broken, and the lower part, which contained some milk, had been broken in two.

Sniffing carefully around the shards of glass, he stuck out his tongue and licked the hollow of the shattered bottle glass.

I don’t want the ones on the ground, it’s too dirty!

After drinking the milk, he felt much better. As for the remaining milk on the ground, no matter what, there was no one there anyway.

With a contented snort, he began to survey the room.

The house is big and cozy, a place for people to live in.

However, he is now a cat, or a kitten.

What to do now?

He lay on the sofa with the cushions on his head and began to meditate.

I used to be... like a person...

He was startled by this sudden thought.

If I was a human before, how could I become a cat now?

Was it struck by a flash of lightning while walking on the road, or was it worn out in a car accident?

It's so weird.

Has anyone happened to find out and save themselves?

Where are your family and friends?

Thinking of this, he suddenly realized a key question——

Myself... what is my name?

What is it called?

He began to try to remember how he lived as a human being.

Blank.

When it was over, he even forgot his own name.

He scratched the cushion restlessly, the flimsy fabric couldn't withstand his sharp nails, and it burst with a pop, exposing the cotton filling inside.

"..."

Broke something again.

I feel so bad, I want to cry.

"Meow-"

? ? ?Is this... is it my own voice?

He opened his mouth and puffed his throat, and a slender meow really came out of his throat: "Meow——"

He was taken aback. He was really a cat. Does anyone know that he has changed from a human to a cat?

It was unbelievable, and he froze, not daring to move.

He felt a sense of loneliness abandoned by the world, even if he disappeared from this world, no one would remember him.

Thinking about it this way made him even more uncomfortable.

He didn't know how long he lay on the ground until the sun outside the window was gradually setting and the living room was getting dark little by little. He heard a sound coming from outside the door.

He pricked up his ears, hunched over nervously, and stared wide-eyed in the direction of the outer door.

I almost forgot that I am obviously a pet cat, so it must have an owner.

what to do?Is the master back?

With a "click", the door opened, and then a man in a black trench coat walked in.

The cat has good night vision, even in dim light, he can see the face of the man clearly.

Some messy short black hair, handsome eyebrows, sharp facial features, a pair of dark green eyes shining in the dim environment, especially eye-catching.

This master is... pretty good-looking.

People should be nice.

He thought uncertainly, closely watching the man's every move.

The man turned on the light in the living room, saw the little milk cat lying on the sofa, and chuckled lightly: "Xiaomi, why did you run out?"

"..." Is his name Xiaomi?

The man walked over with big strides, carefully pinched the soft skin on the back of the cat's neck with one hand, put the other hand under it, held him in his arms, and stroked his head: "Sorry, I'm working today. It's a little too much, it's too late to go home."

The man's expression was gentle, and his voice was even soft enough to drip water. He spoke softly to him: "Are you being good today?"

"..." He tore the sheets today, broke the milk bottle, and tore the pillow.

The man hugged him and leaned towards the back of the sofa. He felt that the touch was not right, and he reached out and took out a pillow with long white hair from behind.

"..."

The man called him helplessly: "Xiaomi—"

I'm so sorry.

He couldn't help but "meow", feeling aggrieved.

Hearing his meowing, the man laughed and said, "Don't be afraid, it's not your fault, come here, let's go eat."

He hugged the little milk cat in his arms and walked towards the kitchen.

Xiaomi: "..." There are still incriminating evidence in the kitchen, so it's swollen.

The man walked into the kitchen, and what he saw was the white map on the floor: "Xiaomi——"

He nervously raised his head from his arms, all the hair on his body stood up, and looked at the man nervously—are you going to be angry?

Seeing him like this, the man sighed instead, no matter how angry he was, he patted Xiaomi's head to comfort him: "There will be no next time, don't do this again, be good."

It's over, great.Xiaomi let out a deep breath.

The man put the kitten on the dining chair, only then did Xiaomi notice that the dining chair was specially made—it was specially padded so that his front paws could just lie on the table when he stood upright.

Xiaomi tried it. He could climb up and down around the back of the chair, from the front to the back, and then from the back to the front. There is also a crossbar on the chair leg, which can be used as a foot pad, and the highest point of the chair back is pressed by his claws. The crossbar to the legs is exactly the height of his cat body.

I have a heart.

Xiaomi gave the man an appreciative look.

The man who watched Xiaomi climb up and down the whole journey: "..."

He pressed Xiaomi on the chair: "Sit on it obediently, and cook after I clean up the glass, obediently."

Xiaomi was pressed with his four feet facing the sky, his paws kept moving, and accidentally scratched his short tail, which gave him a thrill: "Meow meow meow!!!"

Man: "Good."

The man brought cleaning tools, swept away the glass shards, got up and turned off the lights in the kitchen.

Millet:"???"

He just stood there, seeming to be looking at something, Xiaomi could see his green eyes shining brightly in the dark.

After a while, the man turned on the light again.

Xiaomi: "..." What is this?

"Okay," said the man, "the glass has been cleaned up, and now you can come down and go."