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It was the next day.
Harriet was carrying me down the hallway in her arms when we ran into Charlotte.
“I get it now,” she said looking at me in my cat form with a disgruntled expression.
Stare.
“You actually enjoy this, don’t you?”
Meow!
“And acting like you don’t enjoy it just makes it more annoying.”
‘No…! I don’t like it that much…! It’s all because this Thick-Skull asked me to do it!’
Naturally, our thick skull was grinning and ruffling my fur with enthusiasm.
“Why? It’s cute.”
‘Yeah, you see? How could I say no when she enjoys it this much? Huh?’
“I’m not saying I disagree, but this will just make a spoiled brat even more spoiled.”
‘That’s harsh, calling me spoiled already… But it’s true—I’m not exactly well-behaved.’
“Hey, let me borrow him for a moment. I need to talk to him.”
“Huh? Oh, alright.”
Harriet gently passed me over to Charlotte.
Of course, our (former) princess wasn’t exactly gentle.
Snap!
Instead of cradling me, she grabbed me by the scruff of my neck, lifting me like I was a plastic bag.
Meow!
“Hey, hey! You can’t do that!” Harriet exclaimed.
“Why not? He’s not even a real cat, so what’s the big deal? And even if he were, this is a world where people aren’t exactly kind to other people, let alone animals.”
Harriet’s face went pale with worry as she begged Charlotte not to be rough with me, but Charlotte just shrugged it off.
“Get him from me later.”
“Alright…”
Meow! Meow!
“Quiet.”
I hung there quietly, worried that if I made any more fuss, she might spin me around like a toy.
‘Not everyone is fond of cats, I suppose.’
Then again, it seemed like she didn’t...
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