Who Knew Life Could Be So Easy?

Aah, who knew life could be so easy?

The days slowly pass by without a care in my world. Everything is taken care of for me, I don’t have to move a muscle. My food is given to me on a regular schedule, I have a warm, soft bed, and I have people to brush my hair when I get even a speck of dirt on it.

But I guess those are the perks of being reincarnated as a Prince’s cat, aren’t they?

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Admittedly, my past life was nothing to write home about on paper. I was poor and struggling. No wealth to my family name, even after working three separate jobs just to get by. Ultimately, the only free time I had was before I went to sleep… which resulted in mild insomnia since I’d spend that time reading romance novels.

It was due to overworking and stress that I landed in the hospital… multiple times. It eventually led to my death before I even reached thirty. I remember laying there… Helpless in the hospital bed alone, praying to anything that would listen to give me an easy life next time around…

And, well, my prayers worked! I can’t believe it!

Sure, being reincarnated as a cat of all things isn’t ideal… I mean, it’s not like I can talk to anyone around me. I was never much of a social butterfly to begin with, though, so it’s fine! I’ve grown to like this life, especially since I am the personal cat of this world’s crown prince, Prince Valentine! All of those around me must take the utmost care of me or risk the Prince’s wrath~! What more could a gal ask for, in the end? Being pampered by the country’s most beloved and handsome man, ahhh~ if my coworkers from my past life could see me now, they would be seething with jealousy! This new world is something straight out of a dream!

Not to mention, Valentine is such a sweetheart! He definitely lives up to his name. Apparently, it was recommended by the royal doctor for his highness to adopt a pet for stress-relief purposes when he was thirteen. He chose to get a cat, right when I was reborn here. I guess the stars aligned, because once I came to my senses, I was being held by him and getting showered in the sort of affection you give a newborn kitten. SO LUCKY!

He was such a cute kid back then too. I guess instead of a diary, Val would come back and tell me about his day out loud. He’s been put through the wringer, especially once his mother passed when he was sixteen. The way he cried that night and had to pretend everything was ok the next day on national television still haunts me, no one should have that sort of pressure put on them. But there Vallie was, giving a press statement in front of millions to help a mourning public instead of focusing on his own grief.

From what I’ve gathered from just being a nosy cat, Val’s very good at all the duties he’s taken on as the country’s sole heir to the throne. He works from sunrise to well into the night, returning to his room for cuddles and my patented therapy sessions before passing out on the bed. I do worry about him, from everything he tells me, but that’s the only problem with being his therapy cat… I’m a cat. I can’t talk to him or write messages to him or anything. I get frustrated sometimes, because I want to help or give him advice! Alas… He will have to settle for kitty cuddles instead.

It’s been seven years since I became the Prince’s cat, so there simply must be something else I can do for him in this small, fluffy form! I flick my tail as I stare out the window determined. Perhaps tomorrow, Val’s coveted day off, I can spend all day with him to find a way to get him to truly relax!

Yes, I can do this!

Valentine was late tonight, but when he stumbled back into his room, I drag myself from my window perch and greeted him as any cat would; by meowing at him and getting between his legs. Hey, if I have to play at being a cat, I might as well sell it, right?

“Princess, not now, please…” he pats my head before nudging me away, which was unusual. I stop my motions immediately. Val plops down on his bed and groans, hands covering his face as his blonde hair spreads out on the pillow. Today must have been particularly stressful.

Since I know he’s not in a touchy-feely mood tonight, I pad over to his bed and jump up onto the other side, neatly sitting down near his face with my tail resting over my front paws. I simply mew at him, staring until he glances my direction, flashing a smile.

“Sorry, Princess. I’m tired tonight, I kind of just want to go to bed instead of playing. Will you forgive me?”

KYAAAA OF COURSE! How can I stay mad at him when he looks up at me with those hazel eyes of his?! I go to curl up on the pillow at the head of the bed that he never uses, making myself comfortable. As I lay down, I feel a hand stroke my head down my back as a chuckle escapes his lips.

“I swear, sometimes it’s like you truly understand everything I say to you.” He says. “I wish I knew what goes on in your head, too.”

My eyes widened. When he gets up to go to his bathroom, I watch him as he leaves. There’s no way, right? I never once thought that maybe I was being too obvious about it. Does he know? …no, no way he knows, he says it feels that way. I rest my chin on my paws, closing my eyes. Still, if there was ever a day I could talk back to him, I would gladly do it. I wonder if there’s a magic spell in this world that would let us communicate too. Being a cat, I haven’t been exposed to any magic. I know it exists in this world, though. Vallie talks about lessons from time to time, but has he used it around me? Not really.

Who knows… maybe he can find a way to use magic to let me talk to him. That’d be the day, huh?