The night breeze, carrying a hint of chill, blew through the cherry blossom tree in the small courtyard,
Scattered petals fluttered down, and the cicadas' chirps tonight seemed much softer, as the two people sitting in the living room did not hear the usual clamor from the courtyard.
"Meow..."
Roast Meat nestled on the couch, comfortably stretching its little paws as though just waking from sleep.
Tonight, the living room was very quiet, quiet enough to make the fat cat somewhat unaccustomed; it lifted its pudgy bun-like face, taking a look around the room,
and a sudden flash of understanding gleamed in its bean-sized eyes—ah, the poop-scooper and the big boss lady were not here, no wonder there was such tranquility.
Although... even if it had been noisy, it wouldn't have disturbed its sleep...
"Meow..."
Glancing at the beautiful woman and the lovely girl reading not far away, Roast Meat blinked its eyes, curled into a ball, and drifted back to sleep...
