How Could a Kitten Spirit Have Any Bad Intentions?

Shao Sui was scammed by a stray calico tomcat, spending several thousand yuan on the cat’s medical treatment.
After the treatment, the cat wouldn’t leave. It watched him go to the bathroom every day, stole sips of water from his glass, purred when happy allowing itself to be petted a couple of times, and when unhappy, delivered a couple of swift punches.
But Shao Sui has OCD (Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder) and mysophobia, and he’s also straight.
You might ask what s*xual orientation has to do with raising a cat. Normally, there’s no connection…
But after Shao Sui spent a month transitioning from “I’d die before I’d own a cat” to “Every morning I’m so engrossed in petting the cat I don’t want to go to work,” the cat suddenly transformed into a beautiful, delicate human teenager.
The teenager, just like when he was a cat, watched him shower, commandeered his glass, pressed his slender, long human fingers against Shao Sui’s chest muscles, kneading while innocently asking, “Why aren’t you spanking my bu*t with the ruler anymore?”
“…?”
The teenager spoke just like a kitten acting cute: “You haven’t held my paws against my ears, kissed my paw pads, nibbled my ears, and burrowed into my belly like a caterpillar all day.”
“How do I know you’re my cat?”
“The second day you brought me home, you lifted my hind leg and secretly took pictures of my balls, on the fifth day you touched my c*otch, and on the seventh day you wanted to sleep with me! Every time you messed with me, I meowed and said no, but you still falsely accused me of deliberately seducing you and forcing yourself on me!”
After three seconds of deep thought, Shao Sui picked up his phone and dialed 120: “Excuse me, I think the mushrooms I ate last night weren’t cooked properly. Now my cat looks human and is talking.”
Seeing his lack of reaction, the teenager asked heartbrokenly, “You don’t like me anymore, do you? Then I’ll run away from home.”
Shao Sui couldn’t stand to see the kitty upset, so he showered him with kisses and hugs.
Until the doctor arrived at the door and, pointing to the teenager beside him, asked, “Will the family member be coming along?”
“…” Oh, dear God.
After a while, Shao Sui finally accepted the fact that his house cat had become a spirit. At the same time, his OCD was cured, his mysophobia was almost gone, and he was bent.
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[Small Theater]
For Shao Sui, the most painful thing in the world is that the tomcat at home has turned into a human and keeps clinging to him for kisses and hugs just like before. After he’s bent, the cat isn’t, and the love in the cat’s mouth is just ordinary pet-owner affection. He even occasionally thinks about going out to find a female cat to play with.
After discovering this truth, Shao Sui appeared calm on the surface—my ass.
In reality, his inner self was already distorted beyond recognition, twisted, roaring, and crawling in darkness. After struggling between wishing the kitten happiness and locking him up in a windowless room, he finally chose a third option.
He weakly lay down in the hospital and coaxed, “I’m dying, and I need a cat’s lifelong companionship to get better.”
The usually dramatic kitten’s eyes reddened: “I’m a cat, I’ll always be with you.”
Shao Sui: “Not companionship as a cat and owner, but as partners, as lovers.”
Cat: “But…”
Shao Sui coughed up blood: “I’m dying, and you still want to be a straight cat?”
“No more, no more! I’m a gay cat now.” The kitten looked up pitifully, “Then can I still give the milk tea shop next door dried fish?”
Shao Sui closed his eyes and …