After Turning Into a Kitten, I Was Adopted by My Father-Figure Childhood Friend - Chapter 37

Meow Meow Meow Meow , If You Don’t Cuddle, Then What?

If you don’t cuddle, then don’t even think about cuddling! Humph!

The kitten buried its head in a corner of the desk, lapping up milk with a rhythmic lap-lap sound. The fresh milk delivered daily was rich and mellow, prompting Song the Cat to briefly forgive that annoying guy for a single second.

Just one second!

Lu Jingchuan reached out to pet it, but the little calico’s pointed ears immediately stood up like radar. It twisted its round bottom, sliding its head smoothly away from the man’s hand, and hissed fiercely at him.

Its voice, moistened by the milk, was sweet and milky. While the cat thought its hissing was terrifying, the soft sound actually wobbled playfully through the air, melting one’s heart. After scaring the man back, the long whiskers on either side of its muzzle twitched up and down triumphantly.

“Meow-woo,” Song the Cat hummed proudly. Its tail swept across the desk, deftly curling around the milk saucer to pull it closer. As it pulled, it peeked around cautiously, refusing to rest until the dish was safely tucked against its chest. Wiggling its bottom, it deliberately turned its back to Lu Jingchuan and continued drinking its milk with little grunts of satisfaction.

The human followed his routine, working and then going to bed. The kitten, legs sprawled out, lay on the pillow and slept itself into a large, round disc.

Did the night end that peacefully?

A pair of brilliant, shimmering feline eyes snapped open silently in the darkness. It looked down from a height at the oblivious human. With a “Meow-woo,” it opened its “bloody maw,” its four sharp teeth glinting with a dangerous light in the dark. The terrifying creature crept on tiptoe, prowling above the human’s head. Its sharp ears took in every sound in the room. It had long ago taken full control of the situation.

“Meow-woo!”

The fierce beast pierced the silence of the night. It lunged forward, its four paws nimbly darting across the high cabinet, its silhouette expanding like a pair of bat wings.

Clatter!

The kitten’s tail hooked a tin box, sending it crashing to the floor with a loud bang. Song the Cat froze instantly. It turned its head back in utter disbelief; in that split second, countless thoughts flashed through its mind.

“Youyou?”

Startled awake, Lu Jingchuan felt a small paw step heavily on his neck, nearly knocking the wind out of him. The next second, a furry bottom sat firmly on his face. A swishing cat tail brushed across the top of his head, attempting to distract him. As soon as he opened his mouth to speak, he got a mouthful of cat fur. He held his breath, frowning as he picked up the kitten.

Realizing it had done something wrong, the cat’s previous bravado vanished, replaced by a look of aggrieved innocence. Its ears drooped, and its round eyes blinked repeatedly. Those big eyes blinked with life and cuteness. Its soft cheeks puffed out like two sweet marshmallows; when poked, they immediately dented inward. Enveloped by such a sweet sensation, Lu Jingchuan flicked the kitten’s ear and said softly, “You little troublemaker.”

He got out of bed to see exactly what kind of mischief Youyou had gotten into. The moment he saw the fallen biscuit tin, his expression changed instantly. Song the Cat clung to the man’s arm, guiltily wagging its tail in an attempt to cover his eyes with fur. Don’t look, don’t look.

The man grabbed its tail, effectively catching it by its lifeblood. His tone shifted from the gentle “troublemaker” to a frustrated, moody, “You little brat.”

Song the Cat thought, Meow meow meow?

The man’s fickleness immediately annoyed Song the Cat. It widened its eyes and perked its ears, poking its head out from the man’s shoulder to see. Darn it, let me see what it is!

A large hand pressed down on its head, but it squirmed left and right, wiggling until its head popped out. Once free from the man’s grip, its ears flicked triumphantly and twitched with curiosity. Its eyes went wide. It saw photos and small trinkets scattered all over the floor.

Just this?

Song the Cat was momentarily confused. When placed on the floor, it walked forward in a daze, batting at a marble that had rolled to its feet. The man immediately picked up that ordinary glass marble as if it were a precious treasure. Marbles, erasers, even a tiny toy, along with that previous Bear Knight, all felt strangely familiar to Song Xingyou.

Puzzled, it lowered its body like a treasure hunter, waving its paws to inspect everything. It nimbly leaped over obstacles and dashed toward the photographs. Even though they were sealed tightly, the photos from years ago had already begun to fade. Song the Cat tilted its head, tucking a photo under its paw.

A hand took the photo from its grasp. Annoyed at having its prey stolen, the cat immediately pawed back, letting out a “Meow-woo” of protest against the man’s hand. The man had to sit on the floor, letting the kitten jump onto his lap and sit in his arms like a spoiled child, demanding he hand over the photos.

The biscuit tin had a distinct ethnic style with a heavy Russian aesthetic. It was the trendiest brand of biscuits from their childhood. Years later, it remained beautiful and sturdy, showing no dents despite the fall. Lu Jingchuan put the gathered items back into the box one by one. Although they were little more than trash that no one else would want, he treated them with great importance. His fingers traced the edges of the yellowed photos, his voice full of nostalgia.

“Xingxing,” he sighed softly.

In his arms, Song the Cat’s ears twitched sharply. Lu Jingchuan had to cover the kitten’s head with his palm to hide those burning feline eyes. The photo showed two children in kindergarten uniforms. They were wearing colorful nursery clothes, bundled up so thickly for the season that they looked like two round little penguins holding hands. In the photo, one soft little face was lively, while the other was solemn. It was the childhood versions of Song Xingyou and Lu Jingchuan.

Song the Cat looked at the photo blankly, then looked down at the items in the box. An eraser split in half in first grade, a photo from a school event in second grade, a marble won in third grade; the outdated biscuit box was filled with the scattered fragments of Song Xingyou’s childhood.

Kuso! Why did you pick up all the stuff even I didn’t want!

Song Xingyou suddenly felt a strong sense of awkwardness. His heart felt like it had been dunked in warm water, then soaked in vinegar, and then stir-fried over a high flame. It left him with a restless, agonizingly tight sensation. Especially when he saw that Lu Jingchuan had even laminated the notes they exchanged in elementary school and arranged them chronologically, he lunged at the man’s face, meowing incessantly. His voice was anxious and embarrassed, and he absolutely refused to provide a translation.

The kitten fidgeted restlessly, not only trying to slap the man’s face with its front paws but also trying to secretly kick the biscuit tin with its back legs. Caught red-handed, it immediately puffed out its chest, glared with wide eyes, and meowed loudly with feigned bravado.

Lu Jingchuan gently tossed the stubborn kitten to the side. His deep black eyes were gentler than the moonlight in the dark. “Go play.”

Song the Cat: ?

This guy! What time is it? You’re telling me to go play!

Song the Cat turned its head in disbelief, staring at the man as if he were an idiot. The man clearly thought the little calico was causing a midnight ruckus because it was too energetic to sleep, so he gave it the freedom to play. He tucked the biscuit tin into the upper shelf of the wardrobe. This way, even if the “bad cat” climbed into the closet, it would have to peel back layers of his clothes like an onion to find it. Any one of those custom-made suits was worth more than everything in the biscuit tin combined, yet here they served only as camouflage.

After putting it away, Lu Jingchuan stood there thinking for a moment. Still uneasy, he took the tin back out, opened the safe inside the wardrobe, and placed it alongside his property deeds and other vital documents. Such a treasure, yet inside were only scraps.

Song the Cat watched the man’s every move. It tilted its head back as the man walked past to get into bed. The blanket covered his silhouette; the man lay with his hands flat, as stiff as a corpse, yet those brilliant golden eyes didn’t blink for a long time.

Why?

Song the Cat racked its brain but couldn’t fathom why he treasured those things so much. After agonizing over it, it couldn’t help but crouch at the head of the bed, staring at him with a haunting gaze.

“Meow!” Don’t you dare sleep, you bastard!

The little calico scratched its claws resentfully and sat down in a huff. Its two fluffy white legs kicked out at the man frantically as it unleashed a “Meow-Meow Punch” with impressive vigor.

Hiccup!

The kitten grew tired from its boxing match. It ran to the water dispenser and took two big gulps, then let out a full hiccup. It couldn’t help but sprawl its legs and scratch its belly with a paw. I need to pee.

With its tail held high, Song the Cat trotted into the bathroom. It jumped and bounced to close the door, and with a click, the lock engaged. It hopped onto the toilet in two or three bounds. Like someone lifting a skirt, its tail swished in the air and rested on the toilet lid.

Flush!

The toilet flushed automatically. Amidst the sound of rushing water, the kitten jumped onto the sink to wash its paws. It used a paw to straighten its ruffled ear fur, its intelligence tufts swaying up and down.

Song Xingyou looked at the fluffy kitten in the mirror. The delicate colors spread across the snow-white canvas like blush in a spring garden. That soft, waxy fur looked as if the Creator had used the gentlest brushstrokes to paint a melting sunset. It was warm and sweet. It looked so beautiful that anyone would love it. It made perfect sense for Lu Jingchuan to love this version of him.

But, would Lu Jingchuan like Song Xingyou?

As Song the Cat pondered this, its expression became wickedly arrogant. Its brows furrowed triumphantly as it glared fiercely at the mirror. Lu Xiaochuan better not dare to hate me!

“Meow-woo!”

In the pale light of dawn before the night had fully receded, a beautiful blue cat appeared silently on the second-floor balcony. It used its paw pads to elegantly groom its whiskers. Its bowtie shimmered with a velvet luster in the morning light. Outside the balcony, its voice was melodious, a single meow trilling three times.

“Meow-woo, meow-woo!”

“Ah, dear friend, may the morning dew kiss your paw-tips. Please forgive my unannounced visit. Regarding my lady mistress, who is heartbroken and currently drowning her sorrows in cat-petting, I heard you might possess some special methods?”

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