My Cats Ruled the Apocalypse
He hurled the cat bundle to the ground with a thud and cursed, "They're not blind! Only I must be blind to have picked a fool like you! We're done. Don't even think about begging me when the apocalypse hits, you idiot."
The door slammed so hard it shook the walls. Once he left, I hurriedly freed the cats, my heart still racing.
This wasn't the first time I'd been cursed at like that. Ever since graduation, my reputation as a "Saintly Cat Mama" had stuck.
And all of it was because I was, without a doubt, a total cat slave.
After university, I rented my own apartment. To fulfill my childhood dream of raising pets, I rescued two stray cats on a rainy night.
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