After Turning Into a Kitten, I Was Adopted by My Father-Figure Childhood Friend - Chapter 11

Meow Meow Meow. “Bad Cat.”

“Bad cat.”

Lu Jingchuan never believed that animals could be classified as “good” or “bad.” The definitions created by humans didn’t exist in their consciousness. Right and wrong were always judged by humans themselves, which was hardly fair to small animals.

But at this moment, he deeply understood why a human, in a fit of pique, would label a small animal “bad.”

He tensely picked up the box that had fallen to the floor. This mottled biscuit tin bore the marks of time, looking like a relic from the last century. It kept its contents tightly locked, only letting out a sharp clatter the moment it hit the ground.

After confirming the box was securely closed, Lu Jingchuan stared at the kitten before him, which seemed to have turned to stone from the swat. His long brows furrowed coldly. “Bad cat.”

Accused of being a “bad cat” again and having been swatted on the butt, Song the Cat instantly exploded.

“Meow meow meow!”

He snapped out of his trance and rolled upright, perking his ears high. His tail curved downward for a split second before lashing through the air like a long whip, creating an audible whistle of displeasure.

His soft, fine fur puffed out entirely. The little calico instantly transformed into a giant ball of fluff. His lower back tensed and straightened like a longbow ready to fire, and the entire cat shot out like an arrow, lunging straight for Dog Lu’s face.

“Meow!” Prepare to die, Dog Lu!

The kitten, who just moments ago had been meowing sweetly and acting spoiled, now charged with the momentum of a thousand-strong army, taking flight and furiously swinging its paws.

Fists descended from the sky, thumping the man repeatedly.

Like a little cat-bat.

The cat-bat lunged into Lu Jingchuan’s embrace. He grabbed the kitten’s furry arms, holding both front paws in one hand as if restraining a criminal. During this, the kitten’s two hind legs refused to be outdone, unleashing a flurry of rabbit kicks against the man’s arm.

While kicking, he grumbled incessantly: “Meow meow meow!”

You bastard! Dog Lu! You just wait, I’ll scratch you to death, I’ll thump you, I’ll definitely make you pay!

How dare he swat his butt!

Dammit!

I’ll assassinate you sooner or later!

The kitten struggled with all its might, its tail unhappily brushing against the man’s pulsing arm. Veins wound around the tensed muscle, extending to the back of the hand that locked the cat’s paws, forming a grim contrast with the snowy white, fluffy fur.

Lu Jingchuan remained expressionless, locking the two front paws with one hand while supporting the furry butt with the other.

The first thing his palm felt was the expected isolation of the fluffy fur; beyond that, the temperature, elasticity, and even the feedback of the slight trembling transmitted through the skin were all too vivid.

So much so that Lu Jingchuan realized once again: this was a kitten he had brought home.

A stupid little kitten that didn’t understand that its actions were a major crime in the eyes of a human.

Song Xingyou performed his rabbit kicks in the air for a long time until he was panting for breath. When he looked up and saw that Lu Jingchuan was actually spacing out, he flew into a rage.

He stopped panting, stopped kicking, and unceremoniously took a hard bite out of the back of the man’s hand.

Song the Cat widened his eyes, his stubborn gaze refusing to yield, staring at the man with vivid anger.

The man slowly loosened his grip. Under the kitten’s hostile and stubborn gaze, he forcefully stroked its head. “I’m sorry, You-you.”

“Mhm!” You’d better be sorry! Is the Great King of Cats’ butt something you can just hit?

Song the Cat waved his paws in anger, hugging the man’s hand and gnawing on it until a string of tooth marks appeared.

The kitten’s teeth were tiny. While his biting looked scary and his throat emitted intimidating low growls, the fact that he had left his mother at a young age meant the growls sounded more like acting spoiled, carrying a sweet, cute undertone.

Lu Jingchuan moved his finger and scratched the kitten’s chin.

The familiar sensation of bliss instantly surged from the cat’s chin to the tip of his tail. The angry tail-tip was instantly numbed by the “electricity,” stiffening into a straight line before eventually softening into the man’s palm in a drunken stupor, swaying gently.

Lu Jingchuan caught the tip of the tail as if holding a kitten’s paw, shaking it twice as a peace offering. “It’s my fault.”

“I shouldn’t indulge your behavior just because you’re a kitten, You-you. Since I brought you back, I have to be responsible for you, including what you should and shouldn’t do.”

The man lowered his head and scooped the kitten up just as it collapsed into a soft pile.

Song Xingyou tilted his head back dizzily, still in his comfortable “chin-scratch” pose, aimlessly kicking his legs.

He was irresistibly guided by the man’s hand to touch the items he might accidentally knock over.

The first was that biscuit tin: “Forbidden.”

He patted the desk lamp: “Forbidden.”

The water cup: “Forbidden.”

…

“Meow meow meow?” Are you crazy?

Are you actually trying to teach a kitten?

Song Xingyou blinked, his little paw rubbing his face and then scratching the tip of his ear. His ears drooped, and his round cat pupils looked at the man with watery innocence. With a face full of obedient cuteness, he proactively rubbed his head against the man’s palm.

He let out a soft “Meow,” the sweet end-tone swaying playfully in the air.

What are you talking about? I’m just a little kitty.

Lu Jingchuan looked down and saw the playfulness and defiant craftiness in the cat’s eyes.

He fell silent for a moment, then thought: “You’re right.”

Why make things difficult for a kitten?

The man brought over a stool and placed the biscuit tin at a height that couldn’t be reached.

“You-you.” Having finished this, Lu Jingchuan sat on the edge of the bed. His voice was deep as he lightly pressed down the two stubborn pointed ears, leaning over to meet the cat’s eyes. “No knocking things over, understand?”

I get it.

Damn Lu Xiao Chuan. You said you wouldn’t have any secrets from me, and now there’s something in this house I can’t touch!

If you dare hit my butt over a biscuit tin now, I can’t even imagine what you’ll do later!

I have to get it down and see!

Song Xingyou stared intently at the place where Lu Jingchuan hid the box, his face full of determination, his kitten paws clenching tightly.

The bright light fell softly over the little calico. His two ear tips stood high like a dapple of sunset orange amidst the light. He looked even softer and fluffier against the dark bedsheets; a single touch made a soft indentation in the fur.

Lu Jingchuan couldn’t help but pet him a few more times, secretly flicking the thin cat ears.

The human and the cat weren’t exactly in sync; they were sharing a bed while dreaming different dreams.

Song Xingyou tilted his head, paw resting on his chin with a look of deep contemplation, planning how to dig up this dog Lu Jingchuan’s little secrets.

Before he could take action, he was heartlessly evicted from the room by the man who wanted to sleep.

He meowed in disbelief, protesting as he was dragged into a long “cat-strip” by his armpits. His two paws kicked the air unyieldingly.

“Meow meow!” You’re the one who should sleep in a cat bed!

“Meow meow meow!” The bedroom is mine now, you’re the one who should get out!

“Meow! Lu Jingchuan!”

Song Xingyou meowed loudly. He was gently tossed into the air and the moment he landed, he spun around and charged back, nearly having a close encounter with the closing door.

He gnashed his teeth, his claws scratching at the door, leaving mark after mark on the wood. He hissed his protest against someone’s heartlessness.

“Meow-uuu!”

The door opened, and a hand blocked the kitten from charging in. Lu Jingchuan crouched down, a finger tapping the kitten’s head. His expression was serious: “Kittens should sleep in their cat beds.”

“Meow meow!” Song Xingyou raised his tail and countered loudly.

He walked back and forth in front of Lu Jingchuan unhappily, his pointed ears flattening into airplane ears as he turned his round butt toward him.

“Meow!” Lu Xiao Chuan, don’t you ever expect to sleep in the same bed as me again! I said so!

You annoying person!

Song Xingyou wore a “grumpy cat” face, but his bright eyes secretly stole a glance at the man’s expression.

The man’s expression was unreadable. His features, much more mature than four years ago, seemed a bit stranger in the dim light, appearing even colder and deeper.

For a moment, the air seemed to freeze. The man and the kitten faced off, and even the sound of the wind vanished, leaving a cool shadow over the scene.

Humans have human places, and cats have cat places.

This was Lu Jingchuan’s rule and his logical principle.

The boundaries were clear, undisputed, and unchangeable.

So why did he come out?

Only when the kitten let out a weak whimper at the door…

Thinking of this, he paused.

Those amber eyes were watching him in the dim hallway, the tip of the tail curling slightly, silently accusing him of his behavior.

How dare you lock the Great King of Cats out!

Fine, it’s undisputed then.

Lu Jingchuan thought.

The man stood up and opened the door wide: “You can’t get on the bed.”

This was the final bottom line.

Song Xingyou hummed and raised his tail like a victorious general, smugly being welcomed into the room by Lu Jingchuan himself.

Can’t get on the bed?

Hah, Lu Xiao Chuan’s words never meant anything to me.

Song Xingyou jumped onto the bed, his kitten paws leaving a string of small “plum blossom” prints across the quilt.

He kneaded the pillow, tucked his chin contentedly, curled his tail forward, and pulled it under his chin.

When Lu Jingchuan tried to move him, he lifted his head and bit back fiercely.

Lu Jingchuan, who had inexplicably let the cat into the room: …

Sure enough, “today cede five cities, tomorrow cede ten, and then gain a night’s sleep.” ①

Song Xingyou let out two hums, turned his round butt toward the man, and burrowed his head into the pillow. As he shifted, one ear stood up while the other was pressed down. Before long, he started letting out little snores.

“…You-you, wake up.”

Originally, he only wanted to fool Lu Jingchuan into letting him stay in the room, but Song Xingyou had dizzily fallen asleep while purring. Hearing someone calling him, he unhappily covered his ears, kicked his paws, and rolled away in an attempt to escape.

He was soaring in his dreams, meeting the God of Sleep, when he felt his sides tighten and his feet leave the ground.

In the next second, a large face was right in front of him, whispering like a nightmare: “Tagesordnung beginnt.” (The agenda begins.)

Lu Jingchuan looked down and tapped his sports watch, stuffing the kitten into his clothes with a pat. “Let’s go, You-you, it’s time to exercise.”

Song Xingyou: ???

Wait! What kind of dirty words are you saying?

Ya ya ya! Damn Lu Jingchuan, you self-disciplined freak, what are you planning to do to a little kitty that sleeps fifteen hours a day?!

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