Every morning, Qianqian would wake me up on time to ask for canned food.
After turning into a human, he touched my eyelids with his lips: "Sister, I'm hungry."
I screamed and kicked him out of bed. He pressed his cat ears and said aggrievedly, "You said you were cute when you stepped on my belly before."
Until one day when I came home from working overtime late at night, I saw him squatting in front of the refrigerator.
"The cockroach," he pointed at the crack of the door, his tail exploding into a feather duster, "it, it moved!"
When I picked up my slippers, he suddenly hugged me from behind.
"My sister is still awesome." His breath brushed my hot ears, "... It's so troublesome to become a human, can I be your cat again?"
