Strange Life of a Cat

Chapter 448: Chapter 417 Is This Yours? Chapter 448: Chapter 417 Is This Yours? Since I’ve already retired from the “circle,” I no longer get bothered with the affairs of the Pet Center. The images of BlackC online are all from the past, and I’ve noticed that my own pictures are appearing less and less, replaced by the new generation of star cats from the Pet Center.

Sharp chins, round chins, long-haired, short-haired, skinny as rails, fat as balls, the cute and the cool, all kinds of cats are there, quickly attracting the attention of new and old customers and netizens, and gradually nobody mentions the old generation of cats who have retired.

At first, I was a bit displeased, but it didn’t take long for me to stop caring. After all, I never planned to really make a living off of this.

However, after I had no more tasks, I felt idle, psychologically speaking.

Go out and visit? But it seemed everyone was busy with their own things, and later on I didn’t feel like bothering them anymore.

Wandering outside all day, I didn’t want to stay idle at home, because as soon as I relaxed, I wanted to sleep. It wasn’t like the light dozing I’d have with the sheriff, Da Pang, and the others. Once I slept, it was deep and I couldn’t be woken up, lasting anywhere from a few hours to half a day. Although it wasn’t very long compared to the beginning, this frequent occurrence and the dreams of familiar scenes from when I was a human, as real as my memories, made it so when I woke up, I had to sit and think hard about whether I was a human or a cat.

Last week, when I woke up without paying attention, I just stood up and walked out of the room, coming face to face with Jiao Ma, who was coming out of the kitchen. My first reaction wasn’t to instantly bend down on all fours, but to absentmindedly raise my paw and scratch my head.

The bowl of soup Jiao Ma was holding almost shook out.

Thankfully, after seeing my unusual behaviors over the years, which differed from other cats, otherwise the hot soup Jiao Ma was holding might have startled her into dropping it on the floor.

After that day, I didn’t really want to stay at home. Sleep made things hazy, and I couldn’t even tell what I was anymore.