Chapter 31

If cats don’t talk, then who am I talking to?

“Meow” - The cat yawned and rolled into a curl.

I stared at the cat in front of me and kneeled down.

Is this cat even a cat?

I streched up my arm and tried to touch him.

<<Cr….e…..a…k…>>

Suddenly, all color faded from my face and I stopped midways.

The front door is open.

<<Creak, creak, creak>>

Somebody is walking upstairs.

I mustn’t make any noise.

…Oh no.

I just remembered.

$@#+- hates animals.

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I looked at the ball of furr in front of me.

He was sleeping so very peacefully.

I envied him.

<<Tap, tap>>

That’s right.

I don’t have time for this.

<<Tap, tap>>

I have to hurry.

…?

Why is that I’m so slow today?

My body, my mind…

<<Tap, tap>>

Somehow, it’s hard.

To… think.

//

The girl shook her head sideaway to “wake herself up”. But even so, she couldn’t.

It seems not only her body had frozen over, but so did her brain.

“…cat…hide…” - The girl mumbled to herself while looking dazed.

“run…must..” - She looked over to all corners of her room.

“…where?”

“…why?”

“face? bad? good?”

“sitting? bad? good?”

“yes? no?”

“who?”

//

<<Cr…..ea…..k…>>

The door opened.

The girl looked at it with a dumb expression on her face.

It was game over.