Waking up, it was already 6:30 on a Tuesday morning.
After preparing breakfast for myself and Mia, I glanced at the advertisement section of the newspaper and realized that in the half a month I had been raising Mia Cat, it seems that I had not given it a bath yet.
But before Shard could do anything, the orange cat, seemingly aware of something, darted to the first floor of the house after finishing its sheep's milk-soaked cat food. No matter how much Shard called, it firmly refused to come upstairs.
And when Shard took the initiative to go downstairs, the petite cat evaded his hands and even let out a roar-like "meow~" when Shard cornered it, the first time the cat glared at him fiercely.
The light from the window on the first floor poured into the undecorated room. Crouching in front of Mia, Shard's face showed a look of astonishment, then turned into a dejected expression, looking at the cat he had raised for half a month with some shock.
"You actually against me..."
