The Cat's Melancholy

It felt very much like the light novel style from more than ten years ago, and then I realized that it had indeed been a long time ago. A kind of faint melancholy, like a light and cold breeze, wrapped in silky drizzle, sprinkled on the umbrella as if it were nothing. Cats are not objects to stare at, but subjects to cling to.

If a cat can live for more than ten years, then I might as well start raising it from fifty-five.

Without seeing the death of Mr. Cat, I always feel that maybe on a clear and sunny day, Mr. Cat will appear majestically on the window sill with his beard curled up. However, the reality can only be, goodbye Mr. Cat.

I was so sad that I hugged my civet cat from head to tail.

There is an elegant female cat in my family, a beauty among cats. I once saw two male cats pursuing each other at the same time and having an affectionate conversation in the middle of the night. After that, both cats returned home with the beauty in their arms. Yes, my cat gave birth to two litters of cubs from different fathers. There are four in each litter

Some are weird and ordinary like "The Little Prince", but in the end we never saw each other again.

If possible, I really hope to stay by your side longer.

I cry to death. I don't dare to think that my seven cats will grow old and leave me. What will I do then?

My tears fell drop by drop when I watched it at night. Goodbye Mr. Cat.

Aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh that I cried and sucked all seven of my cats over one by one.゜゜(;???Д??`) ゜゜.