This woman actually gives pretty decent massages

Timothy has never longed for a woman like this before. It's already getting dark, but Sylvia hasn't returned yet. Standing at the entrance of the courtyard, Timothy feels the cold wind tousle his black fur. Because of their empathetic connection, Sylvia's mood is his mood. The girl's thoughts are complex, like a pot of soup with every flavor - sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, and salty - that makes Timothy feel as if he's dissolving in it. Timothy couldn't understand it - sadness is sadness, happiness is happiness, how can one's heart be both happy and sad, mingled with bitter disappointment and desolate loneliness? After consuming only a few drops of Sylvia's blood, this damnable empathetic bond persists so stubbornly!

As the setting sun slowly descends, Sylvia and the Golden Retriever appear within Timothy's sight, stepping on the evening glow. Timothy, upon seeing Sylvia, rushed up to her, interrogating her about why she was gone for so long. However, to others, his words only sound like a series of annoyed cat noises. Sylvia was surprised at Timothy's reception. She had thought this kitten didn't like her and even mentally prepared for him to run away when she returned.

When she left, she thought the domesticated kitten might seize the chance to escape, so she left the remaining half bowl of fried meatballs on the outdoor stove. She thought even if the kitten ran back to the wild, it would have a full meal before running away. But the kitten didn't run, instead, it greeted her enthusiastically on her return. Sylvia thought to herself: maybe he wants to stay here, he's just too wild and untamed. Timothy, who was constantly grumbling, suddenly paused, feeling a sense of comfort in his heart. Timothy: "..." Can't this woman's heart be quiet for a moment!

Sylvia held Timothy in her arms, and although he wanted to be angry, he could only curl up in her embrace. He really wanted to give her a scratch with his claws, but thinking that if Sylvia got hurt, he would also feel upset, so he pulled his claws back. Sylvia walked back into the house, putting Timothy down on the ground. Because he had been waiting outside for Sylvia, Timothy was a bit cold. Sylvia thought: I should make some clothes for Mimi in the next couple of days.

The Golden Retriever has small clothes to wear, yellow, green, red, all colors. Not only does the Golden Retriever have clothes, but with the recent snow, Sylvia plans to sew some shoes for it, so that it won't be afraid to walk with all four paws freezing in the snow.

Dinner was rather simple, just some plain porridge, a mixed green salad, and a few slices of ham. The rule in this household is, whatever Sylvia makes, that's what everyone eats. The Golden Retriever just had some porridge, while Timothy's bowl had rice soup and ham slices. The rice soup and ham weren't in the same bowl, which made Timothy slightly less dissatisfied. Probably because Timothy insisted on eating at the table yesterday, today Sylvia intentionally placed Timothy's portion on the dining table. Only then did Timothy begin to change his opinion about Sylvia - this woman does have some insight. If she dared to make him eat with the dog today, he would bite her throat while she was sleeping.

Watching Timothy eat, Sylvia became more convinced that Mimi was only aggressive because he was not used to being domesticated after living in the wild for so long. Sylvia's demands for Timothy were simple, not to hurt people at will, and not to break things. Sylvia believed that given time, Mimi would become a well-behaved little kitten.

In the evening, Sylvia boiled a pot of water. After all, she was a delicate lady, and she could not tolerate being dirty unless necessary. Even if she didn't take a bath, she had to wipe her body with a hot towel every night. But today, she had to bathe Mimi. Although Mimi wasn't dirty at all, since he had been living in the wild, Sylvia always felt that only after bathing could he be considered clean. Cats and dogs are afraid of water, Sylvia was ready for Mimi to resist the bath.

Cats may be afraid of water, but Timothy isn't. Lying back in the warm bath water, Sylvia supports his head with one hand, while her fingers lightly rub his fur. The bubbles infused with soap scent become more plentiful under Sylvia's kneading, and her fingertips move gently over the cat's belly, causing Timothy to tremble with a comforting sensation. This woman is quite good at massaging.

Timothy contentedly enjoyed Sylvia's service. He thought that once he returned to his original form, he could bestow Sylvia with a title like personal maidservant, so she could bathe him daily. Sylvia was raised to be a "qualified good wife and mother" since birth. Even though she has already broken free from that decaying cage, the teachings she received as a child still remain in her personality.

And indeed, she had some talent in becoming a "good woman". Gentle, humble, virtuous, and devoted, she did everything better than others. It was this perfect ladylike shell that restrained her gloomy and fierce nature. At this moment, Timothy had no idea who Sylvia really was, nor did he care. He wasn't interested in Sylvia at the moment.