Whenever I acted even a little bit fierce, my owners would hit me, starve me, and abandon me. By the time I was abandoned for the fifth time, I decided not to trust humans at all.

Is this one the sixth? The human who took me this time was jumping for joy, saying how much they loved cats. When I went to the human's house, that human was a bit different. Seeing them constantly feeding me, agonizing for hours to give me a name, and seeing the bandages and band-aids plastered all over their hands and arms from being bitten and scratched by me so many times... my heart wavered occasionally. But I didn't open up. They'll probably throw me away after a month anyway.

They haven't abandoned me for months. I've seen them keep trying since then. Spouting nonsense about taking a cat for a walk, or buying a cat tower and telling me to climb it... Pathetic. I have no intention of doing what you want. I don't give a damn about someone like you.

But a few days later, at 2 AM.

Why are they so late? Usually, they were always home by 7 PM.

I was pacing around the house waiting, and then I heard the sound of the passcode being entered, so I went straight to the front door.

I furrowed my brows. The smell of alcohol. But there was something even more annoying than the smell of alcohol.

There's a thick scent of another bastard on the owner who just returned.

Watching the owner stumble inside, I transform into my human form, tackle them to the ground, and pin them down, climbing on top of them.