1914: Me, Cat, Lurking in America

August 1914, White House. "Mr. President, the war in Europe has been ignited, and the United States must join the war. Congress means the same!" Looking at his Secretary of War, President Wilson took a silent drag on his cigar. "It would be foolish for the United States to enter the war at this time! Mr. President, if Britain turns to the Allies, we will be attacked from both sides!" The Navy Minister stood up and said angrily. The Secretary of the Army was also angry and grabbed the Secretary of the Navy by the collar: "Now is a period of opportunity that the United States only has in a century. If we don't seize it, do you want the president to become a historical sinner?" The Minister of the Navy was no less conciliatory: "Participating in the war now is a historical sinner!" … The two were tit-for-tat, and the arguments among the White House staff almost raised the ceiling. Wilson took a heavy drag on his cigarette. Thunder was rolling outside the window, as if the weight of the whole world was pressing on this desk. Meow~ Outside the angry crowd, a cat meow suddenly came from the corner of the office. Wilson was stunned for a moment, then stepped forward, bent down and picked up the soft ball of fur, buried his face in the cat's back, and took a deep breath. "Charlie, do you think they've had enough noise?" He murmured, gently stroking the cat's ears with his fingers. Charlie cat yawned, his eyelids drooped, and his tail flicked lazily. Meow didn't know if they were noisy enough. It's really boring for a group of people to argue about something that Meow has known since elementary school. Meowing just because I'm hungry~