I had two cats. Then one day, out of nowhere, I understood every word they said.
My British Shorthair, Lucky, scoffed. Ugh, this disgusting woman, always touching me! I much prefer Chloe! I wish I could just lie on Chloe’s lap forever!
My Maine Coon, Obsidian, murmured. She smells so good! I want to buy the best bed in the world and make love to her for three days and three nights!
Their voices…
One was exactly like my boyfriend’s.
The other was identical to my cold and intimidating CEO.
It was 10 PM when I finally got home from work. I opened the door to my apartment, and a chaotic scene greeted me.
Shattered glass, shredded paper, an overturned potted plant… a total mess.
The culprit, Lucky, was sprawled comfortably on my roommate Chloe’s lap, being stroked by her.
Before I could even speak, Chloe quickly tried to soothe me. “Nova, don’t blame Lucky. It looked like there was a mouse, and he just messed up the place trying to catch it.”
Lucky was the name of the British Shorthair in her arms, a stray I’d rescued six months ago. When I found him, he was skin and bones. Now, he was plump as a ball, fluffy and adorable.
As Chloe defended him, I swore I saw a smug expression on the cat’s face.
I rubbed my eyes, then looked again.
Lucky’s smugness hadn’t faded; he even curled one side of his mouth, a hint of defiance in his gaze.
It was like he was telling me. Yeah, I did it. What are you gonna do about it?
What the hell? Is this cat… sentient?
“Nova, what’s wrong?” Chloe asked, seeing me staring strangely at the cat.
“Nothing…” I shook my head, walked over to them, and bent down, reaching out to pet Lucky. “Lucky, good boy. If you were just chasing a mouse, I won’t be mad.”
It was odd. This was a high-end, clean apartment in the city center. How could there possibly be a mouse?
But as a devoted cat owner, I decided not to push it, hoping to melt Lucky’s heart with love.
As usual, Lucky reacted swiftly, leaping up. He darted behind Chloe, peering out at me and hissing. His fangs were bared, his eyes full of warning. It was as if hed fight me to the death if I dared touch him.
“Ugh…” I sighed deeply.
For some reason, this cat never wanted to be near me. My boyfriend, Daniel, once explained that everyone has a different scent, and cats have sensitive noses. Maybe my scent just wasn’t to his liking.
I bought into it. Even though he didn’t like me, my kind heart still led me to adopt this blue cat, abandoned by his previous owner and nearly starved to death as a stray.
I got up to start tidying the messy living room. Suddenly, a familiar voice erupted in my ear.
“This disgusting woman, always wanting to touch me! What right does she have to touch me! I love sweet Chloe; she smells so good. I must keep my body and soul pure for her!”
I whipped my head around to stare at Lucky. He was back in Chloe’s arms, being happily petted and stroked.
“Nova, what’s wrong?” Chloe asked.
“Nothing…” I patted my ear. I wondered if I was just too tired, hearing things. A cat talking, and in my boyfriend’s voice?
I continued to clean the living room. Chloe didn’t offer to help; instead, she unwrapped a cat treat and fed it to Lucky, who was clinging to her.
“Chloe is so good to me; she’s feeding me treats again!”
The voice came again. I gasped, turning to stare at Lucky.
“Once Chloe’s stable in her job and gets a foothold in this city, I’m ditching that repulsive woman!”
My grip tightened sharply on a glass shard I’d just picked up. The sharp pain in my palm told me this wasn’t a dream. I could hear the cat talking, and this cat… seemed to be my boyfriend.
Why would my boyfriend turn into a cat?
Baffled, I decided to call Daniel to confirm. But first, I needed to deal with my hand.
“Nova, why are you so clumsy!” Seeing my bleeding hand, Chloe rushed over, Lucky still cradled in her arms, looking genuinely concerned.
“It’s nothing, just a minor cut.” A minor cut that hardly compares to the feeling of an arrow piercing my heart, the endless ache and fury.
I focused on dressing my wound, trying hard to maintain a calm expression.
Lucky. “Serves her right!”
After bandaging my hand, I immediately called my boyfriend. The call went through, but no one answered. I tried three times, still nothing.
Chloe was sitting next to me and knew I was calling Daniel. She said, “My cousin Daniel seems really busy lately. He goes to bed at nine and keeps his phone on silent.”
She seemed to know more about my boyfriend than I did.
I gave up on calling and decided to confront Daniel in person tomorrow to find out what was going on.
Just then, Lucky spoke again.
“Ugh..Busy with work? My company gets off at six sharp every day, no overtime ever!”
“It’s because a week ago, I got struck by lightning. Every night at nine, my soul possesses this cat, and it can’t return to my body until six in the morning.”
“Cats live up to twenty years at most. Am I going to have to live like this for twenty years? And if the cat dies, will I die too?”
So that’s what happened…
Well, then, there was no need to see him in person.
It must be fate, helping me hear all this. I silently gritted my teeth, tidying the living room without a word. In my mind, I was already plotting how to get revenge on that despicable pair!
Chloe got up and sat on the sofa, asking sweetly, “Nova, how’s the job hunt going? When can I start at your company?”
At that, I paused. Chloe. Daniel introduced her as his cousin a week ago. He even called his mother right then, saying he’d picked up his cousin and would arrange a place for her to stay.
Now it seemed his “mother” on the phone might not have been his mother at all. It was all a charade they played for me.
Daniel pawned off this supposed cousin on me, asking me to look after her for a while and help her find a job. Because I had some extra cash, and being naive, I agreed without hesitation.
I truly loved Daniel and was serious about him, seeing a future with marriage. I thought, since we’re family, we should help each other out.
That very day, we found this two-bedroom, well-furnished apartment, and moved in together. Who would’ve thought…
I turned to look at Chloe. She was indeed very pretty. Big, round eyes, the sweet, delicate type that easily charmed people.
I smiled at this seemingly harmless, delicate woman. “Don’t rush. The company is having layoffs right now. Once they’re done, I’ll introduce you right away.”
“Nova! I knew you were the best!” Chloe beamed at me.
After cleaning the living room, I went to my room. I switched on the light, and a massive Maine Coon, Obsidian, jumped off my bed, rubbing against my legs. My terrible mood instantly lifted.
I scooped him up and showered his face with kisses. “Smooch smooch smooch!” “Obsidian, thank goodness I have you. You’re my precious baby!”
Obsidian was the other stray cat I adopted.
I’d taken such good care of him. His fur grew shiny, soft, and he looked like a majestic lion.
Unlike Lucky, who never let me get close, Obsidian was profoundly clingy.
He followed me everywhere, constantly demanded cuddles, and even slept pressed against me at night.
Obsidian’s size advantage as a Maine Coon made his fights with Lucky brutally one-sided. After finding Lucky covered in scratches one too many times, I had to start keeping Obsidian in my room.
“You’re so heavy, my love! Wait for me on the bed, I’ll be out after my shower!” I placed the cat on the bed, pulled a towel from my closet, and headed to the bathroom.
When I emerged from the bathroom, Obsidian was sitting on the bed, facing the door, his eyes bright and fixed on me.
I couldn’t resist walking over and kissing his forehead.
I blow-dried my hair, put on my pajamas, and got into bed. I cuddled Obsidian and drifted off to sleep.
Obsidian purred in my arms. “She smells so good, I want to sleep with her! I want to buy the best bed in the world and make love to her for three days and three nights!”
I shot up, electrified, reaching out to switch on the bedside lamp, my eyes wide with disbelief as I stared at Obsidian.
“Huh? What’s wrong with her?”
Obsidian, confused, walked over, wanting to snuggle again. I quickly got out of bed, rejecting his advances. “Obsidian, I’m not feeling well lately. I don’t want to get you sick, so can you sleep in the living room tonight?”
It sounded like a suggestion, but I picked him up and tossed him out of the room. I locked the door and pressed a hand to my chest, my heart pounding.
Obsidian’s voice…
It was exactly like Vincent Sterling’s, my cold as ice, intense CEO! Had he been struck by lightning too and possessed a cat?
“Meow-ow-ow-ow!” Outside, Lucky’s agonizing shriek echoed.
“That despicable woman! Why did she let this cursed cat out!”
“Help me!”
Obsidian, meanwhile, was roaring.
“You filthy scumbag! Die!”
“You tried to use my Nova as a stepping stone, planning to throw her away after you were done! You beast! Die, die, die!”
Wait? How did Obsidian know Daniel wanted to use me? Did he hear their plans at home? No, that’s not right. If they were both possessing cats at the same time, they wouldn’t have heard each other’s conversations. It was probably Chloe who accidentally let it slip at home.
Good for you, Obsidian! Scratch him to death! I silently cheered Obsidian on, a thrill of satisfaction washing over me.
“Oh no! Obsidian! Stop it!” Chloe, hearing the commotion, rushed out of her room.
Obsidian scoffed. “You wicked woman! I’ll kill you too!”
Chloe shrieked in pain. “Ahhh! Help me! Nova! Help me!”
Afraid of disturbing the neighbors, I had to go out and stop Obsidian’s one-sided assault. Chloe and Lucky both had over a dozen deep red scratches, which looked incredibly painful.
“Nova, it hurts so much! Am I going to get cat scratch disease? Will I have scars?” Chloe cried, tears streaming down her face. If she hadn’t protected her face so fiercely, it would surely have been injured.
Lucky looked pathetic, licking his wounds, his internal thoughts vicious. “Damn it all! Tomorrow, when that wicked woman is out, I’m coming back to kill this black cat, then I’ll lie and say he ran away!”
Hmph, you want to kill my cat? No way!
I cast a cold glance at them. “It’s too late; the pet store is definitely closed. There’s disinfectant in the first-aid kit under the coffee table. You can clean yourself and Lucky. See a vet tomorrow. I’m going to bed.”
“Nova…” I turned to re-enter my room, but Chloe stood up and called my name. Her face was full of pathetic pleading, wanting me to act like a doting mother and take care of them.
My expression remained unchanged. “I have to work tomorrow. You wouldn’t want me to get fired for being late at this crucial time, hurting both myself and your chances of getting a job, right?”
Chloe instantly fell silent. I walked into my room and closed the door.
Obsidian murmured. “This woman… she finally smartened up today?”
Yes. Without understanding cats, I’d still treat them like family.
Now I know: Being good makes you a target. Being naive makes you a fool.
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