I have three cats.
Big Orange is fat, greedy, and protective of his shortcomings. Mo Mo is aloof and aloof, and doesn't want to be hugged. Hanamaki talks a lot, is clingy, and loves to get into trouble.
I thought we were going to get by.
Then one night, when I was on my period, they turned into three men, kneeling in front of my bed and calling me "the spirit guide."
They said that they were not cats, but people from the Shuangze tribe. They were exterminated three hundred years ago and turned into cats to survive in the human world. They said I was the one they had been waiting for three hundred years.
