There was chaos, screaming, panic. As far as I know, I was supposed to be in the carcass on the table, not a kitten, but apparently something went wrong, but it wasn't my fault. I did feel sad, but I didn't particularly want to stay on site. I didn't have a way to let anyone know who I was, or I was particularly willing to go through it, so I slipped away silently and no one noticed. Who would doubt cats when their gods seemed to have abandoned them?

Why am I a cat? Did Goddess Radia mess up something, or did something go wrong with the summoning ritual performed by the people here? Is there a way to return to humanity? Do I still need to complete the entire task? It's going to be harder now.

That novel cat-eye patient should know my perspective? With vertical nicknames and wide afterglow, the world has evolved into a three-dimensional almost 360-degree all-round vision. Dizzy, like a leaky light in the corners of my eyes, all kinds of colorful and bright, and there is no rational vision before! And there's a green haze, haha, my eyes should be green.

When I walked into the city that seemed to be my new home, the worries disappeared for a moment. It's pretty good though. There are plenty of stalls selling both familiar and new foods. Some shops even seem to be selling magical items, and there seem to be adventurers coming in and out! The city is largely inhabited by humans and probably at least around 85% of the total population. So far, I've seen a few elves, a dwarf or two, and a group of near-human people with different animal ears and tails.

All in all, it's a completely strange place, full of fresh and fantastical things to see and mysteries to unravel around every corner. The world itself operates in a completely different system than the magic, heroes, and multi-race and wildlife systems I'm used to.

Such a sight could easily inspire awe in anyone, how small the world used to be.

Now, I'm hungry and tired, and I can't care about anything at the moment. Wow, that's cool, green scenery. A large place with different cultures and people who come together to form a peculiar society. This is true in every city.

Magic didn't help much. Not at all. I don't do magic, and even if I could, it wouldn't be as convenient as ordering food over the phone.

How do I get food? I don't speak and I don't have the money, so that leaves me with more unconventional options. Begging, stealing from hawkers, looking for food on your own. Stealing and hunting require effort, skill, and experience, and these are things that I lack, but anyone with bad luck can beg.

I wandered around and came to a busy street. A lot of foot traffic means someone is more likely to pity me, right?

I curled up in a small corner under the building, clinging to a proper position. Now that I'm a cat, I'm more nimble and very comfortable curled up in a place that fits my size perfectly. I looked up at the people passing by, hoping that at least someone would notice me and hopefully give me some food.

It's been half an hour, and no one has taken pity on me. I was pampered by a few people, and a few children saw me pulling on their parents' sleeves and pointing at me excitedly, but no one thought of giving it to the poor who were starving. Street cats take a bite of bread. I put on my best puppy eyes (despite the inappropriate name), but the problem was obvious to me. I'm just a cat and I'm in a somewhat cute position, which is completely normal for cats and no one knows I'm trying to get food. If I'm going to do this job, I need a logo.

No, I sat for half an hour with no results, and that taught me a lesson. If I want food, something must have been stolen. Hunting seems to be much more difficult. If I steal from a restaurant or market stall, it's prepared. Cook over low heat until perfect, perhaps seasoned with the best salt and spices. If I go looking for rats, what will I get if there are rats in this world? Unprepared meat, without the extra flavor of seasonings, full of vicious bones and offal, may have less food overall. I'll touch my head with a white melon, and wait pitifully.

No, I'm going to steal the best steak the city has to offer.

I walked down the street towards the sunset, enduring my growing hunger. Finally, I came to a market I had seen before, and many of the merchants had already left or were cleaning up their stalls, but there were still many stalls open. Fresh fruit, mystery books, assorted pies, potions, beautiful clothes, and more. But no delicious steak. That obviously doesn't exist, and there are non-tasty steaks, or any general cooked meats. There's a fishmonger and a butcher, but I'm here to avoid eating cold raw meat.

Eventually, I decided to go to the bakery. Everything is neatly arranged in baskets on tablecloths, and there are plenty of freshly baked warm breads, so not to miss a single roll or brioche bread. Probably.

The baker at the stall now has some bread in the oven. Or maybe I think the world is the equivalent of an oven. It looks more like a box, with some strange patterns on it, similar to runes, and a clear surface showing the dough slowly rising from the outside. Now that the bread inside is almost cooked, I just have to wait for the baker to turn around and I can put my genius plan into action.

As soon as he turned, I jumped on the table, grabbed a loaf of bread, small enough not to be missed, but big enough to fill my stomach, and then ran away before anyone noticed.

The moment the baker looked into the oven, I moved. I wrapped myself on my hind legs, jumped up like a house cat, and climbed to the top of the table with a springboard, my front paws landing smoothly on the table.

However, my hind paws were still waving wildly in the air below. The front paws dug into the tablecloth, kicking the air desperately in an attempt to get himself to his feet. The baker hasn't got the oven up yet, and if I can put my hind paws in the cloth, maybe I'll be able to catch delicious, tempting bread.

I pierced the cloth with my claws. I breathed a sigh of relief and began to push my body with my hind legs, allowing myself to lift myself up on the table.

Of course, the poor tablecloth soon slipped off the table and fell to the ground with me, the basket, and the bread in the basket in a short but swift journey. Crash, a series of thumps, not the clanging crash I was expecting.

"Hey!!" The baker's voice rang out, carrying with it the worries of a man all day. I heard the sound of the oven turning off, and footsteps were speeding towards me.

As I struggled to break free from the tablecloth that wrapped around me, I tried to ignore the pain of falling from several times my height onto the stone. Stupid claws pierced it too well. Before the cloth could be lifted, my last paw came out of the cloth with a satisfying little trembling, revealing an angry baker.

In this case, the right thing to do is to take responsibility for my actions, admit that I was wrong when trying to steal and destroy everything, and help in any way to compensate for the damage I just caused. caused.

Doing it right requires more effort than running away, though.

I looked up at the baker, my eyes wide open, my pupils dilated, and a look of shining innocence that pierced even the most hard-hearted person. That look seemed to say, everything is just a coincidence, it's my purest and loveliest cat, haha. I'm deeply sorry. Please put the rolling pin down.

The baker looked around, and the anger on his face faded a little, replaced by sadness at something wasted. He sighed wearily, crouched down and scratched my head, then slowly picked up the scattered bread. It seems that I am free of guilt, but I am still hungry. Now it's all going to be thrown away, right? Something on the ground is just too tempting......

"Oh, you're amazing—" The baker's cry faded away as I ran away with his croissant and my sinful little paws.