Seeing Zach enter the room, my cat let out a grumpy sound before arrogantly getting up from its bed and jumping on mine.
After the first day, my cat simply took control, so Alya and I didn't even need to go through the process anymore.
Well, I was needed for the first step of the process, but besides that, my black cat could conduct it himself without any problems.
As Zach hesitantly walked towards the bed, where my cat was already sitting, I headed to the kitchen.
After the process, my black cat would be extremely hungry and fatigued, sleeping more than usual, which I genuinely thought was impossible, so I needed to be ready.
As I picked a piece of chicken from the fridge, Alya took a seat on the couch before asking.
"So...this is the last day? And, then, he'll be back to normal...?"
Shrugging my shoulders, I replied.
"I think so, but who knows? Don't you know that law? 'Anything that can go wrong will go wrong.' "