『What should I do now that a black cat spirit has latched onto me??』
First of all, let me make this clear: I didn't actively bring him back. He was standing in the rain outside my door. I asked, 'Do you want to come in and take shelter?' and he said, 'No need, I'm used to it.' —And then he walked right in. By the second day, he was lying on my sofa, looking up at me with those emerald-green eyes, his tail tip casually curling around my wrist as he said, 'I'm fine, don't worry about me.' By the third day, he was already eating Shiqi's canned food. By the fourth day, he squeezed into my arms with precision timing right when I was petting Shiqi, rubbing his head against my chin while saying, 'Oh dear, am I interrupting you two?' —And as he said this, his tail was wagging happily, while Shiqi was in the corner practically grinding his teeth to dust. Also, his daily routine with Shiqi goes like this: they fight like cat and dog at home, fighting over canned food, fighting over the sunniest spots, fighting over that prime fifteen-centimeter stretch of space on my lap. Neither of them will back down. But last time, when a Golden Retriever barked at me in the neighborhood, both of them suddenly puffed up their fur and blocked me, one on my left and one on my right, shielding me completely. Before I could even say anything afterward, they started arguing with each other. 'You cover the left, I cover the right, that was the deal. You crossed the line just now.' 'If I hadn't crossed the line, that drool would've splashed right onto your face, you stupid dog.' 'You're the—' 'Stop, can you two please stop fighting?' 'No.' Can anyone tell me what kind of sins I committed in my past life? But there is one good thing: since Wen Xue arrived, Shiqi has finally stopped crying. It's just turned into infighting now. Yeah.
Oh, I didn't see you coming over.