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Ch 6: Obnoxious kitty

Mumu was nowhere to be seen, but it was obvious who was responsible for the disorder.

"Damn it," Krit muttered under his breath, surveying the scene. "I leave him alone for a few hours and he turns the house upside down."

Thud!

His attention was immediately drawn to the loud sound coming from the kitchen. It sounded like something had been knocked over or broken. "Now what?" he exclaimed, his annoyance growing as he made his way towards the kitchen to investigate.

As Krit entered the kitchen, he found Mumu just casually sitting on the counter, surrounded by a scattering of kitchen utensils and spices. It appeared that the cat-boy had been rummaging through the drawers and cupboards, creating a chaotic mess in the process.

Krit leaned against the kitchen doorway, feeling a mixture of irritation and resignation at the sight of Mumu perched on the counter among the disarray.

"Like seriously, Mumu?" He let out a weary sigh,"What did I say about staying put and behaving?"

Mumu seemingly unbothered by his annoyance, just sat there on the counter, his expression unreadable. His silence only added to Krit's frustration, who let out another frustrated sigh.

"No, seriously, I left you alone for a few hours, and you just mess everything up," Krit ranted, walking over to the counter and starting to gather the scattered items.

Krit was gathering the scattered items while Mumu continued to sit on the counter, watching him with those wide, unblinking eyes. It was like he didn't understand the concept of responsibility and discipline.

"You're just like a damn cat, aren't you?" Krit muttered under his breath, returning the items back to their rightful places. "Do you even know how to clean up yourself?"

Despite Krit's stern tone and obvious annoyance, Mumu just sat there silently, acting as if he didn't understand a single word. It was like talking to a brick wall, an infuriating brick wall with cat ears.

But Krit continued his taunts,"You know, most cats are at least capable of scratching carpet or knocking things off counters," sarcasm lacing his words, "But you, you've surpassed even that level of chaos."

Mumu, who had been quietly observing Krit's rant, suddenly fixed him with a sharp glare. His cat ears flattened slightly on top of his head, and he seemed to emit a sense of annoyance through his feline eyes. It was as if he didn't appreciate being nagged at and was silently cursing Krit to shut up.

Well, Krit felt very offended by the feline glare, he retorted back. "Hey, don't give me that look," he said, his voice firm. "I'm the one who brought you in, and now I have to deal with your messy behavior. I've got a right to be annoyed."

But Mumu's careless behaviour made him more annoyed and seeking some form of retribution, he decided to punish Mumu for his chaotic behavior.

"You think you can get away with this, don't you?" he said in a stern tone. "Well, think again. Since you can't even behave like a human, I need to teach you a lesson."

MEOW!

Mumu just fiercely meowed him in reply. Now that's enough for Krit, he moved forward and firmly grasped Mumu by the arm, pulling him off the counter.

"Alright, you little troublemaker. Since you don't know how to behave, you're coming with me," he declared, beginning to drag Mumu towards the front door.

Krit firmly pushed Mumu out of the house and promptly locked the door. He stood there, watching through the window as Miso stood outside, seemingly bewildered and clueless.

"That's better," he muttered to himself, a trace of satisfaction in his voice. "Maybe a little outdoor time will make him more obedient."

But as soon as the thought of relief crossed his mind, guilt seeped in. Mumu was still outside, looking forlorn and confused. Krit couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt, but he pushed the feeling aside. He had warned Mumu to behave, and this was the consequence. Maybe a little time outside would teach him a lesson.

With Mumu outside and the house now quiet, Krit resigned himself to the task of cleaning up the mess created by the cat-boy. He spent the next hour tidying the house, grumbling to himself about the chaotic energy Mumu seemed to bring with him.

After the long and tiring day, Krit felt the grumble of hunger in his stomach. He decided to let Mumu back in, as he must be hungry too. But when he went to look for the food he'd bought earlier, he couldn't find it anywhere. He rushed to the front door and opened it, expecting to see Mumu standing outside. But the porch was empty. Mumu was nowhere to be seen.

His eyes darted around the house, searching for any sign of Mumu. Frustrated and worried, he called out the cat-boy's name, hoping for a response.

"Mumu! Where the hell are you?" he yelled, the panic in his voice growing. Defeated and with a sinking feeling in his stomach, Krit resigned himself to going back inside. He closed the door behind him, feeling a sense of despair wash over him. He had no idea where Mumu and his food had disappeared to.

As Krit walked back inside, a distinct and familiar aroma caught his attention. The smell, unmistakably the food he had bought earlier that day, seemed to be coming from upstairs, where his bedroom was.

A mix of confusion and disbelief washed over him as he made his way upstairs, his steps quickening to investigate the source of the scent. He slowly pushed the door open slowly.

The sight that greeted him was the last thing he had expected. There, in the middle of his bed, sat Mumu, devouring the food he had bought earlier that day with relish.

He still trying to process the situation, approached the bed where Mumu was sitting.

"How the hell did you get up here?" he asked, his tone a mix of confusion and annoyance. "I left you outside, and now you're in my room eating the food I bought?"

But do Mumu care? Hell nah. Mumu, in all his cat-like nonchalance, simply continued to devour the food, not paying any heed to Krit's questions. His silence and the lack of guilt on his face only served to further provoke Krit.

Krit continued his questioning. "Did you unlock the door yourself? Did you climb through the window? How the hell did you get inside, you sneaky little...You just broke into my room and started eating my food like it's no big deal? You know that's my food, right?"

Hearing Krit, Mumu pause and look at him with wide, innocent eyes, held out a piece of food towards him.

"Are you... sharing now, after you already ate half of it?" he grumbled, annoyance still evident in his voice. Despite his annoyance, the sight of Mumu offering him food with those innocent eyes was almost endearing, in a strange way.

"Are you really trying to offer me my own food now?" he said, his tone milder now, a hint of amusement in his voice, "Seriously, you're going to act like the innocent one now?"

Despite his initial frustration, Krit couldn't help but find himself reluctantly accepting the food. It seemed that Mumu's innocent gesture had momentarily disarmed him. "What a obnoxious kitty."

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