"Tell me, Zack," I said to my cat as I walked towards my house. I noticed people's eyes on me; It's like think they've never seen a cat in their life.
Even though my cat doesn't speak, I can deduce or imagine what he says, after all, he is a smart cat.
Currently, Zack was on my shoulder as he looked around curiously.
"Meow?" Zack meowed curiously.
After living so long with my cat, I was able to differentiate his every meow; his being so smart helps a little too.
"Did Leona treat you well?" I asked as I walked.
"Meow! Meow! Meow...!" Translation: She treated me well, but she bathed me!! I hate that woman!
"Oh, I see. I know you don't like to shower, but you can't go without a shower; what if your fur falls out and you go bald like a rat?"
"Meow…" Translation: Make sense...
"See? I know you don't like to shower, but a shower every week isn't too bad, right?" I spoke with a smile on my face.
I look over my shoulder and see Zack staring at me with a horrified look; he seems to have heard something scary.
"Three baths a month?" I tried to negotiate.
"Meow!" Translation: one bath a month!
"Two baths a month, that's not negotiable," I said.
"Meow! Meow! Meow! Meow!" Translation: Tyranny! I demand democracy! We live in a free country! Even cats have rights!
"Sigh, Zack, if you were a quiet cat I'd agree to a bath a month, but you go out a lot for walks and when you come home you're all dirty," I spoke.
"Meow... Meow." Translation: But... You're right.
"Now that I stop to think, what do you do on your walks?" I asked curiously while ignoring people looking at me openmouthed or commenting if I was crazy or not.
"Meow! Meow, Meow...!" Translation: I'm going after the female cats! They love me, even though there are other cats...!
"Oh? Didn't you fight for dominance?" I asked while raising an eyebrow.
"Meow, Meow, Meow, Meow!" Translation: Of course I fought, I used that technique called the 'T' pose that you taught me. Using this technique, I asserted my dominance and now I have four wives!
"That's my boy!" I said laughing as I took him off my shoulder and carried him like a baby while stroking his stomach.
"Meow~, Meow." Translation: Kimochi~... You are very good at this.
Huh? Why did the first word come out in Japanese? Am I imagining it wrong? Looking up into my cat's satisfied face, I shrug like I don't care, then put him on my shoulder again.
...
Arriving at my house, I open the door and enter.
"I came back and brought Zack with me," I spoke out loud.
"Meow, Meow, Meow!!" Translation: Sup, bitches, I'm home!
"Zaaaaaaaaack!" I hear my mom screaming as she runs towards me. I see Zack's fur rises, and he quickly jumps off my shoulder and falls to the ground then he runs away from my mom.
"Hey! Don't run away from me, Zack! Get back here right now!" My mom yelled as she looked at Zack who ran up onto the couch.
"Meow!" Translation: Never!
Ignoring my mom and Zack's banter, I walk towards the basement stealthily. When I first enter the basement, I see what my old basement looks like but, when I put my foot on the first step, I see a little magic circle appearing, and soon the basement changes.
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My Three Wives Are Beautiful Vampires
VampireVictor was a normal 21-year-old man, he grew up in a loving family that helped him take care of himself knowing that he had a practically incurable disease, the RH null blood, he was the owner of a rare blood type... But what Victor didn't know, is...
