328 - - Black's lazy day

The black cat's eyelids slowly open as sunlight shines through the gap in the curtains.

After a short pause, it lets out a loud yawn.

Stretching out with its paws outstretched, the cat crossed the bed and landed on the floor.

On the way down, it stomped on the faces of the striped cat and the servant girl, who were still asleep, but they paid no attention to it.

It was wrong to be in such a place.

"Uh-uh. Good morning."

"Oooooh."

As usual, the black cat wakes one of them up and the other one screams in unison.

As they watch from the side, the black cat dexterously pushes open the door with its head and steps out of the room.

From the kitchen at the end of the corridor, the pleasant rhythmic sounds of the morning can already be heard.

The master of this house wakes up earlier than the cat.

"Meow!"

The woman at the cutting board stops and turns around at the sound.

She turns around and smiles, her silvery white hair shining through the morning sunlight.

"Good morning, Mr. Kuro."

The woman in the apron bent her knees and gently reached out her hand.

A black cat lifts its head.

The black cat rumbled its throat in greeting as white fingers stroked it softly.

"Don't tell anyone."

After admiring the black cat's fur for a moment, the woman puts her index finger to her lips and secretly places a piece of meat in the feeding dish.

This is another secret transaction every morning.

The black cat, having devoured the meat before the greedy striped cat wakes up, meows lightly, then jumps on the window sill and goes out through the open gap.

It slowly looks around the yard and inspects for anything out of the ordinary.

The residents of this territory are so careless about such things, which is a problem.

"Meow, meow, meow!"

When nothing had happened, I returned to the kitchen to find that it had become quite noisy.

It was because a girl wearing a triangular hood had joined in to help make breakfast.

"Mr. Yuril, I've finished serving the salad.

"Soup is almost ready ....... Yes, it's delicious.

"Oh, Thor, good morning. Good morning, Moo-chan.

"Oh, good morning."

"Good morning.

"Good morning. Breakfast will be ready soon.

"Yes. Come on, let's hurry up, Moe.

"Mm-mm-mm."

The big man, urged on by the master of the house, takes the yawning child in his arms and speeds to the well outside.

Hearing the distant sound of water and the sound of frolicking voices, the black cat finally starts to eat his breakfast.

A woman with long hair puts a plate on the floor, and a plate of meat is lined up, chopped into bite-size pieces.

The big man was a real pain in the ass around here.

"Unyunyunyaa!"

Striped cat is still noisy when eating.

I eat in silence while putting up with it.

Since we have known each other for a long time, we don't have to fight with each other anymore.　

The only problem is the occasional creepy look from the servant girl.

"Meow meow meow!"

With his stomach full, he moves to the soft sofa and slowly begins to groom himself.

It seems that the human is about to eat, too.

"Bon appétit! Yes!　Mr. Yuril's soup is excellent today."

"The sausages are good, too, Sola!"

"By the way, I heard it's going to rain tomorrow, landlord."

"Well then, I guess I'll wash the sheets today."

The black cat glanced at the sight of the human children eating heartily and happily, while sitting on its butt and licking the fur on its feet.

It has been a long time since this child came out of nowhere in the territory of the black cats.

It was a very cold day.

The cats gave up looking for food because the ground was so cold and decided to spend the day curled up in a corner in the back alley.

The black cats went deeper and deeper, looking for a warmer place, but suddenly they lowered their bodies and bristled up their backs.

It was because they heard an unfamiliar sound.

The two cats look at each other in alarm.

The striped cat is the first to move in such a situation.

The striped cat, which had tiptoed deeper into the darkness, quickly returns with a panicked look on its face.

When the black cat followed suit and peeked in, it found a human child sitting by the wall, its arms and legs shriveled up and frozen.

The child, who was sniffling and shaking the roots of his teeth, raised his pale face as if he had noticed the presence of the black cats.

Purple eyes shining in the darkness.

Two cats and one human stare at each other in silence.

After a moment of silence, the child said nothing, but simply spread her hands slightly apart.

Cats don't care what happens to humans.

Even if the child's eyes are about to burst into tears under the cold sky.

So I would have turned on my heel and stayed away.

But it was too cold that day.

That's all.

"Grrrrrrrrrrrr!"

"Meow."

"Meow, they're warm!"

Thus, a small human child joined the pack of black cats, but from there, things were very difficult.

Since they knew nothing about anything, we had to teach them how to patrol their territory, how to catch prey, and even where to go to the bathroom and where to sharpen their claws.

It was a good thing, however, that the winter was warm and he did not itch anymore.

We have managed to do all these things, but there was a problem that troubled us.

The child was afraid of the same people, even though he was a human, and would not leave the back alley at all.

The black cats had no choice but to fetch food for him, but there was a limit to what they could do.

So the cats decided to let the humans take care of them.

Fortunately, there are many people in this town who can afford it.

After stopping several people walking on the main street and examining them, the big man was the only one who met the black cat's eye.

However, to our annoyance, the man was too absorbed in the cats to even notice the existence of the small child.

However, if we tried to force him to meet the child, the child might be scared and run away.

Just when we were pondering what to do, the servant girl appeared on the scene.

As a result, we have moved to a new territory, and so far it is clean and well-fed, so we are satisfied.

Wiping her face with the palm of her hand, the black cat once again looks at the people lined up at the table.

Well, he seems to be adjusting to his new group without any problems.

The black cat, with its buttocks raised and its back turned up, jumps up on the window sill and looks at the sky.

From the dampness of his whiskers, it is sure to be another beautiful afternoon.

Yawning lightly once more, the black cat sticks out its tongue in satisfaction.

Well, I guess I'll be coasting in this perfect sun today, too.