"Wow, that's one black cat!" exclaimed Saki Yamanashi. She could not help it; after all, there was such a glaring contrast between before and after.
At her words, Black Cat Tom sneered inwardly in contempt.
'It's okay if you want to be shocked about it, but why did you have to emphasize on how 'black' I am?
'When I was the black tiger, was I not black enough?
'What an ignorant lady; black is a color that represents health, strength, elegance, and mystery.'
However, Black Cat Tom did not say any of these out loud of course.
It had no choice; the situations were not in its favor, and whether or not its life would be spared depended entirely on the lady, so it could under any circumstances anger her at all.
On the contrary, it smiled charmingly at Saki Yamanashi before it meowed affectionately, which was a trick it learned from the local white cats.
