Seeing Through A Cat S Eyes
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Let me introduce myself, everyone. I was a cat named Milo. I was about to be four years old and living in a tidy, spacious room with my owner. Was I pampered? To say yes would be rude to my owner, so I preferred to say I had a very comfortable life and could get whatever I wanted. My owner was a very hard-working office worker. Every day, right when the iron block on his desk rang six times, he woke up and didn't forget to call me to wake up with him to clean up and then have breakfast. Of course, we also ate together. Honestly, my owner's bad habit was to eat breakfast incredibly slowly because he ate and read the newspaper simultaneously. Moreover, there was no news about my kind on that thick paper stack. Where was the news about cats like me? It was only about the world around him, so I didn't care about it. After breakfast, I rushed to the window sill to enjoy the sunshine. The morning sunshine was so pleasurable! After breakfast, my owner changed into his office clothes and went to work. Before leaving, he always remembered to leave out food for me to have as lunch. I loved him because he never skipped that task."Remember to eat at noon, Milo.""I remember, boss, just leave it there, and I will eat it when I'm hungry. Be careful when going to work. Traffic is very careless these days. I heard the tabby cat near our house gossiping about her owner, who had to stay in hospital for nearly two months because of a broken leg. If something happened to you, who would provide me food and water, right?" I thought, wishing I could speak his language. When the afternoon sun stopped shining through the window, it was time for my owner to return. As soon as he returned, he would embrace me and check if I had already finished my meal."Boss, don't worry, your Milo will never leave any behind. And don't hug me too tightly! It's suffocating!""Does staying at home make you sad, Milo? Wait a minute. I'll change clothes and make dinner for you!" He said.
See, I was only waiting for that. There was nothing harsh. Leaving me at home all day meant it was time for my owner to do something to apologize. It'd better be wet food because I was afraid to eat dry food. Lying on the couch, I watched TV on the Animal World channel and news about human life. I must say that these snails had been causing quite a stir lately, destroying crops and not allowing anyone to do anything. Whenever they had free time, they caused trouble. The doorbell rang, and my owner went to open the door. I also knew who must have come. It wasn't obvious, but it couldn't be different."Go inside and sit down, honey. I'm almost done making dinner." The guy standing there scratched his head and laughed, then went to sit close to where I was lying. "So obnoxious! I didn't like anyone sitting near me, so go somewhere else!" I thought, and my fur stood up as if I wanted to scream those sentences out."Be a good baby, Milo." He then picked me up. I wished he could let go of me. Oh no, this guy's hands were so powerful that he could scratch my favorite spot! So I had to tilt my chin up for him to scratch while my eyes were still dreamy. As soon as my owner came in, he immediately changed his attitude: Putting me aside, he carried the tray of rice for my owner. What a shame for the guy who put food first!"I will be delighted if you stay and have dinner with me.""Yeah, I...""It's okay. I made a lot of food. Just sit down." I sat and watched him and my owner eat and drink. They chatted happily. I was secretly jealous. At this moment, my owner probably didn't remember anything about his sweet Milo because, in his eyes, there was only the image of that man. However, seeing my owner happy like that, I couldn't hate that man. I was always content as long as my owner was pleased. My owner and that guy had known each other for quite a long time. It seemed like their relationship was getting deeper and deeper or something! Many times when I was there, they mindlessly kissed each other. Just to let everyone know, I was not a curious person who would sneak or sneak around. Therefore, at those times, I knew where to go to avoid seeing that scene. My owner often hugged me in his arms and talked about his life with that guy."Milo, do you know that my parents passed away when I was young? My uncle brought me up. However, his business failed, so he passed away because of a stroke. His wife left to live in her mother's hometown, leaving me alone in this vast city." My owner has told me a lot about this, but I did not feel bored. On the contrary, I loved him even more, so please continue, boss."Then I met Quinn. He... Well, honestly, maybe he was everything to me." What had my owner just said? What about me? Did he forget about me?"How did I know him? At work, Quinn has helped me a lot. Even though he lived in a wealthy family with nothing to lack, he has never been overbearing or looked down on others."
"I acknowledge that Quinn has good characteristics, right boss? But boss, can you please mention Milo and stop talking about him?" I looked in his eyes, showing my cuteness."Quinn wants to open up to his family about dating me... but I can't. He is the only son and grandson, so how can he belong to me, Milo?""Oh, human emotions are so complicated, boss. If you have feelings for someone, then express them. Why must you try so hard to hide it? You guys are like me and Nina living next door. We show our love daily, and no one forbids us. So you don't have to be afraid.""Quinn will have his own family, and there will be times when I will be alone...""Boss, don't think like that. You still have your Milo.""But I still have you. Milo will always be with me, right?""Of course! What do you have to worry about? Just scratch my ears. That area is very itchy. What is this? Why are you crying? Boss, don't cry. I won't force you to scratch my ears anymore."
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Let me introduce myself, everyone. I was a cat named Milo. I was about to be four years old and living in a tidy, spacious room with my owner. Was I pampered? To say yes would be rude to my owner, so I preferred to say I had a very comfortable life and could get whatever I wanted. My owner was a very hard-working office worker. Every day, right when the iron block on his desk rang six times, he woke up and didn't forget to call me to wake up with him to clean up and then have breakfast. Of course, we also ate together. Honestly, my owner's bad habit was to eat breakfast incredibly slowly because he ate and read the newspaper simultaneously. Moreover, there was no news about my kind on that thick paper stack. Where was the news about cats like me? It was only about the world around him, so I didn't care about it. After breakfast, I rushed to the window sill to enjoy the sunshine. The morning sunshine was so pleasurable! After breakfast, my owner changed into his office clothes and went to work. Before leaving, he always remembered to leave out food for me to have as lunch. I loved him because he never skipped that task."Remember to eat at noon, Milo.""I remember, boss, just leave it there, and I will eat it when I'm hungry. Be careful when going to work. Traffic is very careless these days. I heard the tabby cat near our house gossiping about her owner, who had to stay in hospital for nearly two months because of a broken leg. If something happened to you, who would provide me food and water, right?" I thought, wishing I could speak his language. When the afternoon sun stopped shining through the window, it was time for my owner to return. As soon as he returned, he would embrace me and check if I had already finished my meal."Boss, don't worry, your Milo will never leave any behind. And don't hug me too tightly! It's suffocating!""Does staying at home make you sad, Milo? Wait a minute. I'll change clothes and make dinner for you!" He said.
See, I was only waiting for that. There was nothing harsh. Leaving me at home all day meant it was time for my owner to do something to apologize. It'd better be wet food because I was afraid to eat dry food. Lying on the couch, I watched TV on the Animal World channel and news about human life. I must say that these snails had been causing quite a stir lately, destroying crops and not allowing anyone to do anything. Whenever they had free time, they caused trouble. The doorbell rang, and my owner went to open the door. I also knew who must have come. It wasn't obvious, but it couldn't be different."Go inside and sit down, honey. I'm almost done making dinner." The guy standing there scratched his head and laughed, then went to sit close to where I was lying. "So obnoxious! I didn't like anyone sitting near me, so go somewhere else!" I thought, and my fur stood up as if I wanted to scream those sentences out."Be a good baby, Milo." He then picked me up. I wished he could let go of me. Oh no, this guy's hands were so powerful that he could scratch my favorite spot! So I had to tilt my chin up for him to scratch while my eyes were still dreamy. As soon as my owner came in, he immediately changed his attitude: Putting me aside, he carried the tray of rice for my owner. What a shame for the guy who put food first!"I will be delighted if you stay and have dinner with me.""Yeah, I...""It's okay. I made a lot of food. Just sit down." I sat and watched him and my owner eat and drink. They chatted happily. I was secretly jealous. At this moment, my owner probably didn't remember anything about his sweet Milo because, in his eyes, there was only the image of that man. However, seeing my owner happy like that, I couldn't hate that man. I was always content as long as my owner was pleased. My owner and that guy had known each other for quite a long time. It seemed like their relationship was getting deeper and deeper or something! Many times when I was there, they mindlessly kissed each other. Just to let everyone know, I was not a curious person who would sneak or sneak around. Therefore, at those times, I knew where to go to avoid seeing that scene. My owner often hugged me in his arms and talked about his life with that guy."Milo, do you know that my parents passed away when I was young? My uncle brought me up. However, his business failed, so he passed away because of a stroke. His wife left to live in her mother's hometown, leaving me alone in this vast city." My owner has told me a lot about this, but I did not feel bored. On the contrary, I loved him even more, so please continue, boss."Then I met Quinn. He... Well, honestly, maybe he was everything to me." What had my owner just said? What about me? Did he forget about me?"How did I know him? At work, Quinn has helped me a lot. Even though he lived in a wealthy family with nothing to lack, he has never been overbearing or looked down on others."
"I acknowledge that Quinn has good characteristics, right boss? But boss, can you please mention Milo and stop talking about him?" I looked in his eyes, showing my cuteness."Quinn wants to open up to his family about dating me... but I can't. He is the only son and grandson, so how can he belong to me, Milo?""Oh, human emotions are so complicated, boss. If you have feelings for someone, then express them. Why must you try so hard to hide it? You guys are like me and Nina living next door. We show our love daily, and no one forbids us. So you don't have to be afraid.""Quinn will have his own family, and there will be times when I will be alone...""Boss, don't think like that. You still have your Milo.""But I still have you. Milo will always be with me, right?""Of course! What do you have to worry about? Just scratch my ears. That area is very itchy. What is this? Why are you crying? Boss, don't cry. I won't force you to scratch my ears anymore."
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