As a lazy, indifferent, lonely, ordinary cat. I thought I would be thrown into a pile of cats and not be found. Who pulled me out of simply eating and waiting to die? Who made me realize that I am not a cat? It turns out that there are really more confusing things in the world than not knowing what to eat. It turns out that I need to think about a lot of things every day. It turns out that there are things more painful than death. Escape, I just want to escape