I am a Chinese garden cat with white fur, yellow eyes, and a tuft of black hair on the tip of my tail, which looks like it is dipped in ink.
My first master was a fish seller. He named me "Bai Tiao", which was extremely unpleasant. Later, I ran away and was picked up by a girl in a floral skirt while rummaging through the third trash can for food. She held me in her arms, smelling of laundry detergent. She gently scratched my chin with her fingers and said, "It's so pitiful. Come home with me."
She named me "rice cake" because she likes to eat rice cakes.
I was about two years old at that time, and converted to the age of a Twoleg, I was almost a young girl who had just become sensible. She is twenty-four years old and works as a designer in an advertising company. She draws on the computer every day. Her boyfriend comes three times a week, Tuesday, Friday and Sunday. He knocked on the door very regularly, three times, neither light nor hard, exactly one second apart.
Azhe would bring something when he came, sometimes it was strawberries, sometimes it was yogurt, sometimes it was a bouquet of flowers. Her eyes would light up when she opened the door, like the stars I saw at night. She would jump up and hug his neck, stand on her tiptoes, and hang on him.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
