This Cat Just Wants to Be a Couch Potato, but Being a Cat Is Hard

(Transmigrate into a book + sweet romance + no angst + historical setting)

I transmigrated into a cat in an ancient novel. An orange cat, no less, and supposedly the original heroine’s beloved pet.

I should have been able to live a lazy life, but for some reason the hero and heroine went off the rails. They said they’d never eaten cat meat before and wanted to stew me.

I ran away in the middle of the night and headed straight for the territory of the book’s biggest villain.

The villainous prince pinched the back of my neck and sneered. “Where did this fat cat come from?”

Later, everyone at court knew that the cold-blooded regent kept an orange cat.

Meanwhile, the original heroine was on her knees outside his residence, trembling in fear.

I told you, this cat is the biggest winner of all.