Cat Slave in the Apocalypse: My Master Has a Hundred Million Ways of Willfulness

The zombies broke out, and my black cat "Boss Coal" and I lay down together with a high fever. When I woke up, it was the end of the world, but my powers were so outrageous - I could understand what the coal boss was saying! Good news: The coal boss has awakened a supernatural power - a portable space as big as a basketball court! The bad news: space rights? It all depends on the mood of the owner, and the canned cat needs to continue to "recharge"! While others are fighting for a piece of bread, I am facing an "existential" crisis: "Two-legged! Where's the canned tuna mousse today? It's not this brand! Bad review!" The coal boss licked his paws "Meow! The ground is too hard! Go! Move out the emperor's leather cat nest!" The coal boss flicked his tail "Tired? You are allowed to sit on the luxurious sofa in my space... But you have to carry the sofa yourself." The coal boss narrowed his eyes. Thus, a wonder in the wasteland was born: a hard-working young man carried a leather sofa and moved it. On the sofa lay a sleek black cat with a swishing tail. Passers-by were shocked, so I gasped and explained: "Don't look at it... My ancestors said, no sofa? Don't rush!" This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.