His Princess Cat(1)

Author: Xiao Qi Zai Zi

I became a cat and lived with Christopher Jones, my senior and crush.

One day, I accidentally entered the bathroom. Christopher stopped showering and picked me up. "Little dirty cat, stop running away. I'll bathe you too."

1

After getting into a car accident, I became a white long-haired cat. On campus, people fawned over me every day.

Because of my deafness, I was accidentally caught by volunteers and given to the student council president before the holiday.

His name was Christopher Jones.

He was a very handsome man in our university, with top grades, a good family background, and zero affairs.

The girls who wished to win his heart could circle the campus for ten rounds if they were to line up.

Surprisingly, I, a beautiful long-haired cat, was accepted by him as a gift from a girl.

Other than being deaf in one ear, I looked pretty everywhere, especially my pair of different-colored eyes.

The moment I arrived at the male dormitory, I won everyone's affection, and they all called me "Princess."

At noon, a slender hand slowly slid across my head and stroked my back.

The sunlight made the veins and bones of that pair of hands distinct, which was highly pleasing to the eye.

Christopher flipped the page of the book within his grip as he petted the cat.

In the dormitory, his roommate said, "Chris, you like Betty Lane, don't you? I've never seen you accept a gift before."

After saying that, he rubbed my fur roughly in the opposite direction. Static electricity caused my fur to form beautiful arcs in the air.

"She has a bad temper. Don't blame me for not reminding you later when she gets angry."

Christopher's gaze remained on his coursebook as he gave a reminder in a flat tone.

His perfect eyelashes touched his lower eyelid. Under the setting sun, Christopher's profile was bathed in warm yellow light, as if a golden halo traced his face.

His white shirt was stainless, revealing his elegant neck.

He was indeed the genius youth in the hearts of girls.

The roommate refused to believe Christopher and stroked me again. "It's just a gift. Why do you treasure it so much?"

I whipped the roommate's hand harshly with my long tail.

Tch! I was a princess, not a gift!

Christopher was so indulgent toward me that he was practically spoiling me.

When I first became a cat, my movements were uncoordinated, so I messed up his bed terribly.

When I got along well with him later on, I would sometimes playfully unravel his sweater and run all around the place while biting the yarn. Even then, Christopher showed extreme patience toward me.

"Yo, you understood me." The roommate moved backward, covering his hand.

I raised my neck and leaned over to Christopher, signaling him to comb my fur through my proud gaze.

Christopher seemed stunned for a second, and then he smiled. "Okay, I'll comb your fur, Princess."

At that moment, I suspected that he could hear my thoughts.

Why did I adapt to the role of a cat so quickly?

Probably because I'd led an extremely tiring life.

After getting divorced, my parents formed a new family separately.

Since I started university, I didn't want to continue using my grandmother's money, so I decided to work part-time while studying. Traveling around to make a living was the norm for me.

Finally, on that fateful day, a kind-hearted man knocked his vehicle into me and sent me flying.

I went to heaven.

When I woke up again, I was lying on a warm marble floor, surrounded by young university students who adored me.

I thought it was better to be a cat than a human.

Firstly, I wouldn't have to worry about food and clothing.

Secondly, I could be close to my dream man. For example, now he was combing my fur obediently.

I lay lazily on his lap, wagging my tail back and forth rhythmically.

I could even grab Christopher's shirt, squat on his shoulder, and rub his ear with my cheek.

I'd be a fool not to take advantage of the opportunity.

Christopher was on the phone.

"Mom, I'll be heading back a few days later. I have something else to do. I just adopted a cat and have to desex her."

Just as I was dozing off in Christopher's arms, the word "desex" entered my ears, shocking me so much that I was no longer sleepy.

Meow!

I screamed like a monster, jumped, and extended my claws. At once, three irregular bloody scratches appeared on the back of Christopher's hand.

Wincing, he frowned in pain and turned his cold, handsome face to me, his eyes flashing with astonishment and puzzlement.

After the impulsive action, I realized I was doomed.

Christopher would throw me away.

But how could it be my fault? I became a cat, and not only did I have the sensitivity and distrustful nature of cats, but I also retained the ability to understand human language.

I just wanted to be an able-bodied girl. Was I wrong?

I hung my head, with the fur, on the top of my head, all standing up like a lion's mane.

Christopher scrutinized his wounds and made another call.

"Hello, can I receive the rabies vaccine today? I was scratched by my pet."

After talking, he hung up the phone and came to carry me.

I ran away quickly, climbed to the top of the bed, and looked down at him.

"Chris, are you okay? Wild cats are like this. It's not easy to tame them. How about you throw it away?" the roommate commented as he watched us.

Christopher casually grabbed a piece of gauze and covered his hand with it. "Cats have bad tempers during spring. It'll be fine after she undergoes desexing."

Damn it! Christopher Jones, you jerk!

I was determined to fight Christopher to the end, and yet, to my dismay, I was lured with a cat treat. It ruined my reputation.

Sitting in the orange cat cage, I licked the cat treat while making angry snarls and cursing at Christopher to express my dissatisfaction toward him.

He ignored me, carried me to the front passenger seat, and went straight to the pet hospital.

Our university was located in the suburbs. The dilapidated pet hospital, hidden in a sparsely populated town, was the nearest one.

At first glance, the place felt unreliable to me.

The flyer was almost falling off. With the middle part missing, it read: [Beloved Pet... sexing Hospital.]

As soon as the door opened, a row of handsome men shouted in unison, "Welcome to Beloved Pet's Desexing Hospital."

Never had I ever thought that one day I'd be held in the arms of a group of handsome men for a physical examination.

I hated the sterilized thermometer, yet they took my rectal temperature unscrupulously.

In the end, I burrowed into Christopher's arms in a panic and trembled.

However, they seemed to be very happy. They asked for my name and even coaxed me with snacks.

Christopher rubbed my head and comforted me.

"It's okay, Princess," he said.

I sighed inwardly.

I was easily coaxed.

Who would turn down a good-looking servant, fragrance-filled snacks, and yarns?

I nuzzled Christopher's hand affectionately and purred from comfort.

One of the handsome men was talking to Christopher.

"Princess can't hear out of one ear that is on the side of its blue eye. Thus, you have to be gentle. Young female cats have bad tempers. Since you've decided to adopt it, you have to accept its shortcomings."

"I didn't prepare anything."

"Is it a gift from your girlfriend?" The veterinarian looked at Christopher with bright eyes, seemingly eager for some gossip.

Christopher didn't answer his question. "It lives on the campus. No one can take care of it during winter break."

"Oh... Wild cats do need desexing."

When the veterinarian said that sentence, I'd already grabbed Christopher's white hoodie and climbed onto his shoulder. With my tail shrunk, I stared at everyone vigilantly.

I was certain they'd received money and wanted to give me an injection stealthily.

When I woke up, I would no longer be physically sound.

At that thought, I wagged my tail more and more quickly.

Christopher seemed to notice my anxiety and stroked my back slowly. "About the desexing..."

"Don't worry," the handsome man said smilingly. "It hasn't been vaccinated yet. Come back after a month. For today, we'll give it an injection first."

I caught my breath and relaxed slowly.

Such foolish humans. They thought I couldn't find a chance to escape in a month.

"By the way, when Princess comes of age, it will feel uncomfortable in special periods."

The handsome man then turned around and took out a box of cotton swabs from the cabinet behind him. "Take this. It can be used to resolve emergencies at critical moments."

Christopher raised his eyebrows and nodded. "Got it."

I tilted my head and looked at Christopher. What did he understand?