Riceball Cat Novels & Stories

His question echoed ominously in the room, and I could feel the weight of everyone's gaze on me. Caught off guard, I scrambled for an excuse. In a moment of panic, I blurted out the first thing that came to mind. "My cat, Miss Margaret, was tragically run over by a car this morning," I lied, my voice trembling with feigned distress. To make it seem more believable, I forced myself to tear up, my eyes brimming with counterfeit tears.