The Cat is on Strike

They say a cat’s life is the best life.

Unless you’ve actually been a cat, you don’t get to say that.

***

One day, I woke up as a cat.

All I ever did was get thrown into a dusty, filthy storage room, starve, get beaten with a broom, or get used as a toy for someone’s affection games.

No way I’m living in a dump like this!

Strawberry (what kind of name is that, you jerk landlord?) decided to run away from home. But when you leave home, it’s not just a dog’s life—it’s a cat’s hell.

After being chased around and bullied by territorial strays, Strawberry was miraculously rescued by a man.

“You're not afraid of me?”

Afraid? I clung to his leg with both front paws on the spot.

You’re raising me now, human!

***

“You’re the only one.”

With a face twisted in pain, Justyn spoke with a groan.

“You’re the only one who chose me, who stayed by my side, who gave me unconditional affection… Only you, Ries.”

So please don’t leave me. I beg you.

Ries wiggled the paw Justyn was holding. Sweat began to bead on the pink toe beans in the center.

“Meow.”

Why are you like this to a cat?