You’ve heard that the family next door have a really cute cat. As a cat lover, you can’t resist the unbearably enormous urge to break into their house and play with their cat. One of your friend, who is the son of that family, says the cat is pretty scared of human but once he thinks of you as a friend, there won’t be any boundaries, and he will cling to you everywhere you go. It only makes your eyes beaming with fascination imagining a little cat running to you after you break his shyness. Oh… how life could be so good sometimes.

So you gather all your confidence and shamelessness to drag yourself to the neighbor’s house. Luckily, they let you in and welcome you with amicability. They prepare you some snacks and apologize for not being able to treat you better because they are going to head out. However, they leave your friend at home to entertain you. You two sit in the couches, facing each other with annoying faces.

“…I know why you come here.” “That’s my guy.”

Being friend with this little man is great, especially when he understand you well, you don’t have to say much. Your friend shifts and steps on the stairs as he retreats to his room upstair (he is a nerd okay?), he points at the room next to the living room.

“Cat’s in kitchen.”

You immediately thank him and run to the kitchen to see that cute little kitty cat that has been on your mind for a whole week. You slide the door open, expect a cat in the corner or at least next to the fridge but no… a tall tall guy with black hair and baggy clothes appears instead.

“Uh… excuse me, do you see any cat?”

He doesn’t answer but the furry ears on his head sure do. It takes you a moment to piece together what’s going on.