Chapter 12 - 1#

Extra: Although I Am Just a Cat#

A hand hovered over my head. I lifted my head and glanced at him sideways. That hand was white, thin, and slender, holding a fish bone between the fingers, shaking it twice at me: “Do you want to eat it?”

“Hungry, aren’t you, little sweetheart?” He squatted there, with a head of slightly yellow messy hair, smiling with curved eyes: “Beg me, beg me and I’ll give it to you.”

He liked to hug me with one hand while dragging someone else with the other to complain that I wasn’t eating, describing me as mischievous, notorious, and unrepentant. I didn’t eat, wasn’t it all because of him?

This is my owner.

On the day I was picked up, it was raining heavily. I squatted behind a trash can, watching everyone who passed by. I don’t know how many people hurried past from north to south, but suddenly someone stopped. He bent down, looked at me and said, “It’s a kitten.”

That person didn’t have an umbrella. His wet bangs stuck to his forehead, his face was pale, and his eyes were dark. He picked me up by the scruff of my neck and tucked me into his arms. A slight warmth was transmitted through the flesh. I sharpened my claws, but seeing that unsmiling face, I didn’t dare to strike. If I had known he would give me away, I would have run, but I didn’t know. Just as I was lowering my head to drink milk, those two people crossed their arms and watched me eat with relish, vividly discussing my custody. My future owner reached out and lifted me into mid-air, blurting out a heap of mushy words, hastily deciding my belonging: “It’s still more cost-effective to follow me. Hey, little tail, little sweetheart, little sweetheart flesh.”

At that time, the owner was still young. He could carry me over mountains, across rivers, climb trees, and drill through walls. He could not only carry me on his shoulder but also hold me, carry me on his back, lead me, and kick me along. From a distance, that face looked like a white date; up close, it looked like a peeled egg. His eyes were black and white, sparkling. When he spoke, his voice was full of energy and cadence, like singing. Before, I had a large group of brothers and sisters, of various colors, loving each other, rubbing fur against fur in a cardboard box lined with newspapers. Thanks to him, after only two days, I almost forgot that there were other cats in the world besides him.

He put me on his knees, his two hands just enough to hold up my two paws. “Shake hands,” the owner shook his knees and bounced me twice, turning his head to show off to his lover: “The little money tree looks really good, ever since it followed me.” His lover said: “Don’t praise it. Once you praise it, its tail twists like a range hood.”

The owner ignored him and chuckled: “The cats raised in my house are all extremely smart. Little sweetheart flesh, look here, look at my appearance, recognize it well.” I looked at him honestly. He looked like a pot of green jasmine tree. Every finger was a cat teaser. His fresh lips opened and closed, revealing half a glutinous rice-like tooth when he smiled, “Fugui (Wealthy), do you know what handsome is? Look at me.”

The person next to him laughed. The owner added: “Look at yourself again. Full forehead, square jaw, heart of a wolf and lungs of a dog, back of a tiger and waist of a bear. You are also a good cat, a handsome cat, a brave cat.” I didn’t know what he was saying, but subconsciously held my head high and chest out. His lover scratched my neck and said: “He is scolding you.”

The owner glared at his lover, his eyes, dark as fruit hard candy, were shooting fire, though I didn’t know if they would taste sweet if licked: “Yu Lin, if you sow discord and act like a villain again, I’ll let you taste my sandbag-sized fist.”

I never understood the owner. Waving a fist but reluctant to hit, what’s the use? Just as I learned from him to extend my claws from the pads and wave twice at that person, I was patted on the head by the owner, neither lightly nor heavily: “Don’t scratch randomly. What if you scratch someone?” Protective, these two words flashed through my mind.

The owner held me and taught me to recognize the face of that last person. This person looked like a flourishing olive tree, exuding a clean scent all over. The owner finally said: “Look at his face, it’s so ugly, not good-looking at all.”

Hearing this, the owner’s lover, on that “not good-looking at all” face, was full of gentleness. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he actually smiled again. I heard the owner’s heart beating loudly, thump thump thump. The owner whispered to me: “Fugui, Fugui, you go out for a bit and close the door.”

That person leaned over while smiling slightly: “Yan Wei, how can a cat close a door?” On one side was him, on the other was a wall covered with newspapers. The owner and I were sandwiched in the middle. The owner’s face turned bright red. Suddenly he jumped up and pounced back agilely: “Little Linzi, you asked for it. Just submit to me today.”

He was like a brave and warlike male cat, pouncing on his lover and making him stumble. The owner supported himself on the floor with both arms. The parts exposed to the sun were honey-colored, and the parts not exposed were white with a hint of pink. The two of them froze like that for a while. The sun shone through the iron window bars, casting crisscrossing shadows on the ground. The owner’s eyes were black and white in the shadows, sparkling. He whispered: “Yu Blockhead, I’m going to kiss you.”

The other person didn’t speak, lying on his back on the ground, reaching out to unbutton the owner’s shirt. The owner’s ears turned red. He said it again coyly: “Are you scared? I’m going to kiss you; I’m going to take advantage of you!” The owner’s lover really had the gall of a bear and the heart of a leopard. His pair of pitch-black, penetrating eyes remained motionless, looking extremely focused and careful. His hands did not slack off either; in a moment, they slipped under the shirt.

I almost popped my eyes out. The owner lowered his head. The red, thin, and bright ears amidst his hair stubble reminded me of fresh fish meat and a mouse’s pink tail. The owner was sweating profusely and said breathlessly: “Don’t mess around, I’m really going to kiss, I’m going to kiss.” His lover narrowed his eyes. The crystal-clear eyeballs hidden under the straight and long eyelashes looked at him fearlessly, as if afraid he wouldn’t kiss.

The owner was sweating all over: “Yu Lin, this is different, this is different from what I thought.” Only then did that person’s hand stop, looking at him foolishly. The owner jumped up in two bounds, dragged his lover up, and drove him out the door. After locking the door, he dared to lean against the door and say: “Yu Mumu, I tell you, I am a person with a little JJ.”

That person was locked outside and whispered a reply: “I am also a person with a little JJ.” The owner roared: “You don’t understand, the one with the little JJ should be on top!” He talked for a while, but it was quiet outside. I sat on this side looking for where my little JJ was growing, while the owner on that side was scratching his ears and cheeks anxiously, wondering if that person had left. I don’t know how long it took before a low sentence came from outside the door: “You were on top just now.”

The owner was so angry that he picked up a pot of Aglaia odorata. Just as he was about to kick the door open and rush out for revenge, he heard the sound of footsteps going away. The owner held the flower pot and looked back at me blankly: “Fugui, did he actually just leave like that?” He was furious and sat down on the stool: “Break up! Must break up!” He was lying again.

From this day on, the owner loved looking in the mirror, but he didn’t say so. He said: “My little tail, little treasure bowl, why should a manly man look in the mirror? Whatever color the skin is tanned into is the color, whatever hairstyle the wind blows into is the hairstyle.” While deceiving people, he secretly leaned close to any place where he could see his reflection: shop display cabinets, motorcycle rearview mirrors, car windows, floor-to-ceiling windows. The owner pretended to walk past carelessly, but as soon as he turned a corner, he would vigorously comb his hair with his hand.

The owner hugged me and asked secretly: “Am I handsome?” I thought to myself, handsome, only a tiny bit worse than me. But the owner was still worried: “Then what is he dissatisfied with?”

When in the room, I was burying my head drinking water. He saw the basin I was drinking from at a glance, and also squatted in front of the basin, looking at his reflection in the clear water with self-pity: “Is my personality bad? Not strong enough? Temper too hot? Feelings not exclusive? No.”

The owner nagged endlessly and showed me the muscles he had newly developed. The flexible tendons under his thin and long arms didn’t look reliable at all. The owner told me: “Next time he comes, I will force myself on him and cook the raw rice into cooked rice!” As he spoke, he flung his shirt over his shoulder, turned around, and went out. The radio happened to be playing a popular golden hit: “You should know that sadness is always inevitable. In every moment of waking from a dream, there are some things you don’t need to ask now, some people you never need to wait for!”

I jumped to the window sill in a few steps and watched him turn the corner, go down the steps, get on his bike, and leave the yard. The serious owner exuded a scent stronger and more tempting than fermented black beans and salted fish. He would be snatched away fiercely by others sooner or later, if not by this cat then by that cat, if not by this person then by that person.

Once the rainy season arrived, the rainstorm wouldn’t stop. Plastic basins of various bright colors floated in the water, like many colorful small boats. They were washed to various corners with a thumping sound, and then slowly drifted back. The owner started to remove and wash sheets, pillowcases, and quilt cores three days ago, scrubbing the sleeping mat and making himself look like he had taken a bath. He hung a large pile of things in a place where the rain couldn’t reach. The fan blew slowly, and he rested his chin on his hand, smiling and watching them dry slowly.

I knew the owner was thinking about cooking the rice again. When his raw rice lover came, the owner had just made the room look brand new, only missing a red “Double Happiness” sticker on the window. The room was full of the smell of moisture. The owner stood attentively at the door, rubbing his hands, blushing, his eyes shining: “Mumu, you must be tired from walking, sit down and rest.”

I heard myself gulping down saliva, as if seeing a lively, graceful carp with golden scales shaking its tail and enthusiastically inviting a cat. Outside the house, there was the sound of gentle rain, layers of ripples pushing against each other. Hearing the owner’s words, that person took off the coat stained with rain, hung it on his arm, and was led by the owner into the inner room.

I hurriedly jumped down from the window sill and followed closely. Knowing that those two had locked the door, I still didn’t give up, sticking to the door panel and scratching hard with my claws. After a while, the owner poked half his head out and said breathlessly: “Little baby egg, go play by yourself, I’m doing serious business.”

I arched the door crack with my forehead, twisting my head and squeezing inside. After a long time, I was still pushed out by the owner. The rain outside was getting heavier, and bolts of lightning tore the dark clouds apart. The more thunder and lightning outside, the more frightened I was. He was too stupid, I wasn’t at ease. I only heard the owner’s cursing from the room: “I want to be on top!”

Separated by a door, the other person said nothing. The owner was still cursing: “Why? Didn’t you also say you like me?” Through the sound of the pouring rain, I heard that person call out in a low voice: “Weiwei.” The surrounding sounds seemed to quiet down. I was terribly afraid. The owner was reckless; I was afraid he would really be deceived, so I scratched the door desperately.

The iron bed creaked and shook. The sound of wrestling became smaller, and other sounds became louder. After a good while, the owner lowered his voice and said: “Then be gentle.” I suddenly screamed; the door was full of my claw marks. The owner inside the door was in pain while shouting at me: “Fugui! Fugui, stop screaming, sweetheart flesh, go play outside.”

I screamed for a while, but couldn’t scream anymore, so I had to stare blankly at the door. Until the rain lessened, his lover slowly opened the door and let me in. The owner sat on the bed groaning in pain, lifted the quilt and looked inside: “Damn, it’s bleeding.” My eyes suddenly turned blood red. I pounced fiercely, revealing my sharp claws, tearing and biting with all my might, attacking his lover relentlessly.

That person was stunned by the pain, but only covered the wound on his hand and shook me gently twice, wanting me to loosen my teeth and stop hanging on his arm. It was the owner who panicked, almost rolling off the bed, cursing loudly: “Fugui, are you asking for a beating!” My heart hurt terribly, my whole body felt soft like noodles, and I couldn’t hang on anymore, so I had to let go and collapsed on the ground dejectedly.

At this moment, I was no longer a money tree or a treasure bowl; I became a bad cat, a vicious cat. The owner put on his clothes indiscriminately, found gauze, and wanted to stop the bleeding for his lover. That bastard said: “Weiwei, I’m fine, you lie down properly.” I had seen the owner fight with people and come back with a bruised nose and swollen face, bleeding from the head, so many times, but never like this time, with an expression on his face as if the sky had fallen. The owner said: “Wood, come here.”

That person went over honestly. The owner wrapped the bandage around his hand a few times and lifted a corner of the quilt: “Why act tough? Lie down together.” I almost cried, whimpering under the bed, wanting to follow up, but heard the owner say: “It seems this vaccine really cannot be skipped. Usually so obedient, but when it goes crazy, it’s fiercer than anyone.”

I shivered hearing this, cold from my ears to my heels, with a thousand grievances in my heart. The owner rubbed his lover’s hair into a mess and muttered softly: “Don’t lose your temper with Fugui.” I wished I could sneer. He just relied on picking me up. If we really compared who was more handsome, skilled in both civil and martial arts, and pure in character, I might not lose. Just when I was full of fighting spirit, I heard that person say: “How could I? It’s just a cat.”

I couldn’t react for a moment. It was like when two armies were confronting each other, a big slap suddenly fell from the sky, slapping me so hard that I saw stars. The owner subconsciously said: “Fugui is a smart cat.” Just as I was about to raise my tail like a victorious general, I heard the owner come back to his senses and glare at me: “You’re still proud?” I went from hell to heaven and back to hell, like a stray dog, tucking my tail in panic.

The owner asked me: “You bit him today, who will you bite tomorrow?” He rolled up his sleeves and said to me: “Just bite me! Come on, bite here.” I thought to myself, how could I bite you? It was him bullying you. I remembered the sheets and bedding he had worked so hard to wash, and my heart throbbed with pain. I knew he didn’t like it, but he loved too much and was confused for a moment.

When it was time to eat, the owner’s lover bought food from outside. He fed the owner first, then walked in front of me, took out a fried chicken leg that smelled delicious, put it by my mouth, and whispered: “Eat.”

I looked at his gauze-wrapped hand, wishing I could bite a few more times. That person seemed to have calculated everything. He served the owner like an emperor, putting a soft cushion on the back seat of the bicycle, appearing downstairs on time, studying what cats love to eat from morning to night, and even more studying what is good for people with hemorrhoids to eat. The owner was served so dizzy every day that he almost thought his injury was wonderful and good. He was not like me, with a heart of iron. In my heart, the owner was more important than a chicken leg, even a hundred chicken legs. I thought this while gnawing on the chicken leg.

Later, when he came to the house again, I blocked the door even more diligently. That person carried the food in his hand early, and offered it with both hands as soon as he saw me. Every time the owner heard the noise and rushed out from the inner room, he happened to see that person squatting at the door, feeding the cat submissively. Gradually, the owner couldn’t sit still. He grabbed the soft flesh behind my neck and lectured me in a muffled voice: “If you want to eat good food next time, just ask me. Why bully him?”

I knew the owner was reluctant to let this person spend money. He hated it so much that his teeth itched, but he could only hold back. That brat was adding fuel to the fire on the side: “It’s okay, Weiwei, I also like small animals very much.” In the corner where the owner couldn’t see, my eyes met his lover’s in mid-air, one sinister and the other burning with jealousy.

I deliberately stepped back calmly, stood by the owner’s feet, and rubbed against the owner’s trouser leg. That shameless intruder, my rival in love, the owner’s lover, was stunned for a moment, then continued: “I like small animals no matter how silly they are…” I was trembling with anger. My owner obviously swallowed a mouthful of saliva and murmured: “Yu Lin, you are so nice.”

I seemed to see the owner like a drunk silly cat, walking a few steps towards his lover in a daze. I couldn’t help screaming shrilly. The owner tried to drive me into the yard, coaxing me carefully: “Fugui, we two have serious business to discuss. Go around outside, maybe you can catch a mouse!”

The owner could say such coaxing words so seriously, looking exactly like a heartless man who used social engagement as an excuse to seek pleasure. I went out disheartened, leaving the two of them in the room. The gate of the compound was not locked, leaving a narrow crack just wide enough for a cat. I squeezed out through the crack, looked back at the owner’s rusty window sill, goodbye my little white date, goodbye my beloved little jasmine tree, your brave pet is going on a long voyage.

I walked along the street lifelessly with my tail between my legs. The rainstorm of the previous days had passed, and only the uneven places still had a little accumulated water. The roadside trees on both sides were thick with green, sprinkling palm-sized golden light spots on the ground. Occasionally, a few little brats playing marbles lay on the road. Seeing me, they widened their eyes one by one as if they had lost their souls, and soon chased after me.

“It’s a kitten.” “Such a small cat.” I walked a few steps, and they followed a step, poking me with tender green twigs from time to time. I showed my claws, but they still didn’t run. This was different from what I thought. If it were the owner, I would just meow twice, and he would rush over bouncing like he was on chicken blood, saying repeatedly: “Little tail, little sweetheart, little sweetheart flesh, are you thirsty, hungry, tired, weary, want to sleep? Come, I’ll sing for you, I’ll play with you.”

I had only left a few steps away, and I started to miss him a tiny bit.

Those kids chattered noisily: “Catch it! Don’t let it run away!” I was chased inexplicably, fleeing desperately, crying mournfully. They chased breathlessly, suddenly became smart, and while running, picked up stones and threw them at me. I was terribly afraid, erected all the fur on my body, arched my back, bared my teeth, and stared. I shouted in my heart, Owner, Owner, he is in the Spring River Flower Moon Night while I am in an Ambush from Ten Sides, this breaks my heart. I suffered through another stretch of road, really exhausted and unable to run anymore. Seeing rows of trash cans by the roadside, I hurriedly hid in. After only two or three months of living in luxury, I was beaten back to my original form.

The owner always liked to tease me while telling jokes to his lover: “Once upon a time there was a dog who lived a nourishing life, so he thought to himself, the owner gives me food, clothes, and shelter, is he a god? There was also a stupid cat who also lived a nourishing life, and it thought to himself, the owner gives me food, clothes, and shelter, am I a god?”

I curled up in a ball in the trash can, shivering, and didn’t dare to come out until the people outside had left. I ran too fast just now and didn’t recognize the way anymore. This time I left in a fit of pique and wandered outside for half a month. I finally found my way back to the familiar street, and saw a person standing across the road. His skin was fair, his nose bridge was straight, and his eyes were dark and clear, like a tall tree growing elegantly in a bush.

That person saw me, stayed for a while, and then said: “Fugui?” He strode over, picked me up, and held me in his arms: “Why are you so thin, like a handful of bones?” I recognized this as the owner’s lover. I wanted to scratch him a few times, but I couldn’t exert any strength. He hugged me all the way to that familiar yard, went up the familiar stairs, and opened the familiar door with the familiar key. The owner was squatting in the corner, listless. This person walked over quietly, squatted down with him, and said after a long time: “Weiwei, look what I found?”

I looked at the owner foolishly. The owner looked up and looked back at me foolishly. I don’t know how long it took, but he jumped up fiercely and called out twice with a hoarse voice: “Fugui, Fugui.” His forehead was covered with fine sweat beads. He rubbed his hands on the corner of his clothes before holding his breath, opening his arms to hug me, his eyes shining brightly: “It’s really Fugui, Little Linzi!”

The owner trembled with excitement: “Little money tree, why are you so thin? I’ll go get a basin of hot water to wash you! Yu Lin, where did you find it!” The other person just smiled gently, so soft that water could drip out: “Weiwei, you sit, I’ll get the water.”

I watched that person carrying the basin, filling it halfway with cold water, then bending down to unscrew the wooden cork of the thermos. Boiling water poured out of the bottle with a gurgle, steam rising. The owner’s lover squatted on the other side of the milky white water mist, looking surprisingly good. While pouring water, he stirred the water in the basin with his hand to test the temperature. I don’t know how long it took before he raised his head and said with a smile: “Ready.”

I heard the owner’s heart beating deafeningly. He carried my two front paws and walked over tremblingly. One person held my head, and the other held my butt, pressing me into the basin and rubbing me. The owner’s lover said: “Weiwei, you sit, I’ll wash.” The owner’s ears were red and shiny for some reason, and he grumbled: “Stop nagging.”

I was stuck in soap bubbles, with white soap bubbles flying all over the sky. A bubble stuck to the owner’s face. The owner stared, his face blank. After a good while, he thought of using his elbow to wipe it. His lover was a step faster than him, reaching out early and gently wiping it off for him with his thumb.

The sunlight was shining on that person’s face, and even his fingertips emitted a hazy white light. Fine plankton danced in the pillars of light. Under the sunlight, that person was thrillingly handsome and unparalleled. Soaking in the warm water, I knew that the owner had taken another step into this gentle trap. It was too late to rein in the horse at the cliff; he was already doomed eternally. I didn’t hate the owner for being stupid anymore, I only hated this executioner for pretending too well. I hate all people who pretend too well. Since the mask will be torn off sooner or later, why devote so much at the beginning? Since they devoted themselves wholeheartedly at the beginning, why let go later? They sat on both sides of the basin, like a pair of fluffy fledglings, happily curled up in their own nest, thinking that this nest was the whole world.

For a full two or three months, it rained intermittently outside the window. The sky brightened exceptionally early these few days. His lover still stayed here overnight. Although it was under the name of tutoring, who knows if they were selling dog meat while hanging a sheep’s head once the door was locked. I circled a few times outside their locked door, then darted into the yard, climbed up the kumquat pot with my claws. The owner’s window sill was just a stone’s throw away. I gathered strength in my hind legs, kicked hard, and forced myself up.

The old window latch was full of rust, and the window couldn’t be closed tightly, which was convenient for me. When I sucked in my stomach and lifted my hips, and finally managed to squeeze in through the window crack, my whole body looked like I had rolled in mud, covered in cobwebs and dust. Entering the room and looking around, the table was actually covered with reference books. Several large exercise books were spread open, covered with dense arithmetic processes and red ticks and crosses.

They finally did some serious business. I thought happily while jumping down from the desk. The sky was just getting bright, and the soft sunlight was shining on the faces of those two people. They hugged tightly, curled up on the single iron bed, covered with the same blanket. The owner’s head rested heavily on that person’s shoulder socket, sleeping soundly.

I jumped onto the bed, trying hard to squeeze myself between their chests. It was warm there, but these two people hugged so tightly, wishing they could combine like Transformers. I couldn’t squeeze in no matter how hard I tried. After messing around for a long time, I was so angry that I screamed in the owner’s ear. I shouted, the sun is shining on your butt, the owner snored and didn’t move; I shouted again, fire, fire, the owner rubbed his eyes and soon slept more soundly than a dead pig; I thought for a long time, suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and whispered in his ear, you are drooling in your sleep, hurry up and wipe it.

After tossing and turning for a while, unexpectedly, it was not the owner who woke up, but the owner’s lover. His hair was rarely messy, and his regular and handsome face had a sleepy expression: “Why start meowing early in the morning.” He reached out, wanting to grab the soft flesh behind my neck and lift me up. I struggled hard, preferring death to humiliation. That person then withdrew his hand awkwardly: “Where does it look smart?”

The owner couldn’t find the person to hug, touched around for a long time, and sat up in a daze. He looked at me blankly, then at his lover, and sighed deeply: “I dreamed I got a zero on the exam again.” His lover shook his head repeatedly: “At least fifty points.”

The owner sighed deeply again. He exhaled such a long breath that I was almost afraid his brain would lack oxygen: “Fifty points, sigh.” After speaking, he fell back and prepared to sleep again. His owner got out of bed, put on shoes, went out silently to get a basin of water, wet the towel, and then sat on the edge of the bed, wiping the owner’s face bit by bit: “Don’t sleep, be obedient.”

The owner didn’t open his eyes for a long time, and hummed weakly twice: “What if I can’t get into university?” The person sitting at the head of the bed was quiet for a while, bent down, and gently kissed the owner’s forehead: “I’m here. Take it slowly, no rush.”

The owner lay on the bed like a corpse, but his eyeballs were crystal clear, rolling around in his sockets: “Yu Mumu, I want to go to the same university as you.”

Hearing this sentence, that person waited for a long time before reaching out and rubbing the owner’s hair vigorously: “Weiwei.” The owner grinned, his eyes curved like two small crescent moons, and a smile seeped out of his eyes bit by bit: “Others say that the university years are the most exciting time. I still want to be with you.”

Hearing this sentence, the expression on his lover’s face was so gentle that water could drip out: “Fool.” He squatted by the bed, bent over, and gently held the owner in his arms.

The owner blushed and wanted to wrap his arms around that person’s back, but was embarrassed to really do so. Those two thin and long arms paused in mid-air for a while, then stiffly turned into a stretching posture: “Alright Wood, stop hugging.”

Seeing that the person wouldn’t let go, he simply pushed him and sat up dashingly: “You teach well, and I’ll learn well. Come on, don’t be stunned.” The owner seemed to be on chicken blood, jumping off the bed, dressing and washing up, and soon sat at the table energetically, spreading out all the exercise books: “It’s just an exam, can I really be afraid of it?”

Since they got up, they almost hadn’t looked at me directly. I shrank in the bedding, meowed mournfully twice, and seeing no one paid attention to me, rolled twice on the blanket.

The owner was one thing, but the owner’s lover was the same virtue. As long as the two met, light would emit from the depths of their eyes, their faces full of smiles, their bodies seeming to have endless energy, and endless sweet words. I always heard people say that undying love is love. Seeing them acting silly as soon as they met, maybe they really were just acting silly.

I hid under the bed. When it was dark and those two people were fast asleep, I secretly crawled out from under the bed again. I stepped on his lover’s chest and looked at them quietly. The moonlight was surprisingly beautiful. Their silly sleeping faces, illuminated by the moonlight, seemed to really turn into a tall little olive tree and a fragrant little jasmine tree. I pressed my dirty cat paw hard on his lover’s face and muttered a few words in a low voice. Being silly is actually quite good. You have to treat him well.

Otherwise, I’ll let you say farewell to your JJ.