After I Died, I Became a Ragdoll Cat

My name is Wen Meimei. I'm 24, a newly hired magazine editor, and my biggest problem in life is that my fiancé and best friend never put their cups in the dishwasher. That is, until they spiked my Starbucks. Thirty-eight yuan a cup, and those two heartless monsters wouldn't even pay me back for the coffee. My last thought before I died was: Could you at least refund me for the coffee? Then I woke up. I found myself standing on the metal table at an animal hospital on four furry legs. I had long gray-and-white fur, pink paw pads, blue cat eyes, and was three months old: a seal-point bicolor Ragdoll, the kind of cute that's downright illegal. Please don't use your brain while reading this novel!