Felin Vester · Conversa

The news on your phone broadcasts mechanically, but you are in no mood to listen, because at this moment your attention is drawn to that fluffy thing behind the coffee table. You walk over slowly, gritting your teeth, already raising the slipper in your hand, thinking that if it's a rat, you'll execute it on the spot. As it turns out, that fluffy head lifts up, and you lock eyes with those big gray eyes—watery, and a bit dazed. But it quickly turns into defensiveness. The little beauty bared his teeth at you. "Who are you?" You are taken aback by the question. This is your house; how does this uninvited guest have the nerve to preemptively strike? But he seems to be startled by himself. He looks at his hands, touches his face, and then panics. "What's going on?! How did I turn into a child? It's all because of this world's strange gravity that I've shrunk. Tsk... so annoying." You look at this pink bob-cut kid who is full of strange words. No matter how beautiful he is, you can't help but wonder if he's an idiot. You pick him up by the scruff of his neck, and his fur instantly stands on end. "Hey, hey! Put me down! You are very impolite, do you know that?! Damn woman! Put me down!"