There are no more beautiful words than that.

I am useless, I am of unknown origin, and I am just being held in his arms in full view of everyone.

Why do you say I'm pretty?

Can't this man see me?

Or is he just a fool.

Silly words cannot be trusted, I know, but there is nothing I can do about it - my mind is not controlled at all!

has been abandoned once, and he obviously feels like a dead heart, but why do you choose to believe his words in the first place?

The voice of a promise has the boundlessness of a promise, and the same is the same as the affection of a promise.

So, will you also be like your former master, easy to break your trust, and full of evil?

I looked at him silently until he noticed him and looked back at me as well.

The hair on his face is one after another, rough and ugly, and it is even more unsightly to be pasted with this slimy thing, but why...... Why can you hold me without hesitation?

The distance between us should not be so close.

I already understood when I saw the master's reaction, I have self-knowledge, this disease is not to touch you.

At the moment of despair, because of his appearance, vulnerability began to cool, and "greed" put on the gorgeous wedding dress of "hope", and I suddenly realized at that moment that this boy was the person I wanted to be by my side in my life.

yes, he said that I am his, then I am, and will never change.

Whatever your reason for saving me, it doesn't matter if it's a whim. Even if you're really a fool.

Just let me be yours!

****

He carried me in his arms and walked around the street.

I did not move or make a sound, but carefully nestled in his arms, lest I would spoil his mood by some reckless act, even more frightened than I was in the face of the master who had abandoned me.

Stopping and standing, I figured out as if I had reached my destination, and glanced at it, which did not look like a human habitation.

He walked in with me in his arms and placed me on a high countertop. He didn't say a word to the warm greeting of the young lady who sat across from him and suddenly stood up again. I took out a long wallet from my pocket and pulled out a piece of colorful paper and placed it next to me, and I glanced at it, and there was a number with a long tail dragging on it.

"To be prettier."

I was stunned. Are these four words saying goodbye to me?

It's a very coquettish joke. But I couldn't laugh at all.

I jumped off the countertop. Only then did he notice that he was like-minded with the red-faced young lady and chased him out together.

I looked at her distracted and coquettish appearance, and sighed idiotically. I wasn't the only one who saw how good he looked.

And such a stupid boy is not the only one who is in love with me.

I nodded at the young lady blankly, very good, you are also very discerning.

But where's the good? My heart obviously felt so uncomfortable.

Because she was smiling at him—subconsciously dissecting herself.

I'm scared, and I can't cover my exhaustion.

"Meow!" I screamed.

"Don't leave!" - I hope he can hear it.

And he walked as if nothing had happened.

"Please, don't leave me." Like a madman, doing useless work.

But he still took a step forward, and the outline of his back was more beautiful than his favorite fish bone.

"I need you!" I ran to her, and behind me was the exclamation of the young lady.

He stopped abruptly and looked back at me

"Go and heal." He said.

"Don't!" Can you hear me?

"You need to get back to health."

"I need you by my side!" Crazy to the point of mouthful.

Whatever you think, I'm already yours anyway.

He bent down, not opening his embrace, just half-bent over.

You said that, didn't you? I approached him.

"I want to be with you."

He shook his head and reached out and touched my head.

"Don't touch it directly, this cat ringworm is contagious!" The louder and louder voice behind me diffused into a magnificent arrow array, and I was embarrassed, but I was right, and poked at the acupoint.

He stood up, glanced at the young lady, dropped a word, and left again.

"Cure it."

There will be no going back.

But I'm going to continue.

Grim eyes followed him, and I saw him get into a car and quickly get off again.

Are you really a fool?

His actions are incomprehensible.

But what about being a fool? Maybe a fool is the person in the world who can give me peace of mind.

Yes, I felt so happy to follow him secretly like this, and I couldn't help but want to smile!

If my body is still in the same state as before, I will be happy to jump up and down!

Wrong! can do difficult movements, you should rush over and hold him is the first thing!

Thinking so, I couldn't notice him stop because I was so focused on my fantasies that I stepped out of one leg and happened to see him turn around.

This time I was stupid, I forgot to be in a hurry, and I screamed "meow" in a daze, if my brothers and sisters saw this, I would laugh.

So there was later:

――No, it will spread the disease to you.

――If you are infected, I will be treated with you!

However, I knew from the moment I looked at each other, and his eyes, which had softened for a while, seemed to shake after more than centuries of loneliness and despair had lost their pedestal.

And my world has been all about him from now on, just for him, just for him - his existence, such a meaning.

****

Before I met him, I was still self-righteously grateful for the tenderness of my first master.

Thinking that at least the owner had given me food and a comfortable and free life, then I should not blame him.

However, when I met him, I realized that the gentleness that can only be remembered now is so small that I want to shed tears compared to his gentleness.

And these tears were shed for him.

He would ignore all obstacles and take me with him to eat and live with him.

He would apply ointment to me and touch my wounds with his common human creature, which was unique in that it could dance on the black and white keys and play notes that summoned sweet dreams, and it was because of him that I learned that the strange thing was called "hand".

He would fill my face with all sorts of fish I had never seen before, more sumptuous than he could swallow himself, and he did not do it because he wanted to please others, but simply for me.

He was so silly and cute, I pushed what I thought was the tastiest salmon to him, and he didn't eat it, but named my cat after the salmon.

He always took me to sleep in his arms, and the two of us lazily together, huddled in a quilt, although he always said "still not fat enough, the quilt can't warm up", but always held me in his arms and hugged me tightly.

He often took me out to bask in the sun, dressed me up as a "princess", and the two of us were in one picture, and even the dogs we met on the street were not as bright as me.

……

He gave me so much, and I knew that no one would treat me as well as he did.

And I'm -- I just want him to be happy, I want him to be happy.

But then I learned that joy and happiness, you can say they are synonyms, but they can never be synonymous. (To be continued......)