Give children a little self-destruction shock to their worldview.

Mayumi Haga was snoring with her eyes half-closed because she was feeling quite comfortable being touched, but she suddenly opened them alertly upon hearing those words.

However, Hitomi Tono immediately added, "Haha, but Mayumi won't act cute towards me."

After transforming into a cat, Mayumi Haga was particularly susceptible to feline instincts, so she stood up and left.

"Gray?" Hitomi Tono was a little at a loss, but after thinking for a long time, she could only attribute it to the cat's unpredictable mood.

However, her unpredictable mood swings are also quite endearing.

The big cat stretched its body and leaped onto the windowsill of the magic clinic.

She turned and politely said goodbye to the others in the room: "Meow, meow. (I'm leaving now, goodbye.)"

This was the second sentence she spoke after becoming a cat surrogate, showing her conciseness.

This style, though excessively austere, has inexplicably received a lot of praise.

Because I thought the cats in the group were cool.

The magical girl's proxy cat is cuter when it's a little cool.

“…What a mess.” Terasaki Ayasa sat behind her desk, rubbing her temples.

It's really worrying that all the magical girls are so enthusiastic about fluffy things.

However, now that Gray has a permanent position here, it would be a bit inappropriate for him to go back to wandering.

Next time, I'll try to persuade them to stay at my place.

We just happen to be missing a big cat that can understand human speech, has a good temper, and is stable.

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Mayumi Haga fell in through the window.

Her bones made a horrifying sound, her grayish-white fur was stretched open by rapidly growing flesh and blood, and then pierced by the broken and regenerating bones. In just a few minutes, what could have been a beautiful fluffy ball of fur was stained red with blood and twisted into a pool of writhing flesh on the ground that was enough to make one feel nauseous.

After being shattered, the mangled human form quickly took shape. Barely opening her eyes, Mayumi Haga rolled over on the floor, carefully avoiding the fabric sofa.

"...Ugh." Megrana, watching TV on the living room sofa, made a nauseating sound. "The impact of this blessing skill was just too much for me..."

It's like putting a cat in a juicer and grinding it up, and then a Mayumi Haga growing out of the minced meat.

The part about flesh and blood growth wasn't too restrictive, since Megarane had seen it before, but what really made her uncomfortable was the process of turning from a cat back into a human.

It's like piecing a human onto a cat, or a cat onto a human... In short, even Megaran would feel it's a bit too much.

I really don't know how True Bow got this blessing skill.

Is this a curse or a blessing?

Mayumi Haga didn't have the strength to speak to Megaran.

The blessing "Companion" requires an enormous amount of energy, and because it is so close to a curse, the negative effects it brings to Mayumi Haga are also at the level of a curse.

The process of transforming into an animal is painful, and the body will also ache after transforming. The mismatch between the soul and the body will cause the body to suffer greatly... Over time, Mayumi Haga will have to be released.

She lay naked on a patch of blood that was turning into orange juice, her eyes closed in exhaustion.

Main Text: Chapter 112 Mayumi Neko Makes a Great Contribution

Ms. Yoshida wants to get a kitten.

Before starting work, her love for fluffy pets was still within a manageable range, but now she increasingly longs for a pet of her own.

During her lunch break, she would waste precious mealtime standing at the entrance of the pet store downstairs, watching the little pets inside, hoping that one day she would save enough money to keep one at home.

I want a kitten that will wait for me to come home.

Before I open the door, no matter what it's doing, it will rush to the door and squat there, just so I can see it at first glance.

This is such an affectionate cat.

Ms. Yoshida really wants it.

Ms. Yoshida has lived alone since she started working in this city after graduating from high school.

She has to get up at around 5 a.m. to commute to work. Her workday is supposed to end in the afternoon, but her boss always makes her work overtime. By the time she gets home, it's already 1 or 2 a.m. The dark, empty, and cold house is so quiet that she feels lonely.

Sometimes she even encounters strange attacks after get off work. At first, she would be terrified of the magical girl who came out to work in the middle of the night, but now she can calmly drag her tired body past the two sides of the fierce battle and return to her small and shabby rented room.

Every day, I return to my empty home exhausted, too lazy to turn on the lights. I just work by the light from my phone while eating my cold, near-expiry bento box.

I earn a meager salary every month, and I desperately drool over the things I want to buy.

Then she divided the money she saved in two: one half she sent home to her mother, and the other half she saved to prepare for the kitten her mother had chosen.

Today is payday, and Ms. Yoshida was unusually cheerful from early morning, her refreshed appearance surprising her colleagues.

A colleague asked her, "Yoshida, is something good happening to you today?"

Ms. Yoshida, who has been working overtime since joining the company and always looks tired and frustrated, is wearing delicate makeup today, which is unusual for her, to cover up her thick dark circles.

Although Ms. Yoshida is not usually so unkempt, she was absolutely radiant today.

Does this mean I'm going to go out to dinner with my boyfriend on payday?

My colleague was a little curious.

"No, he's not my boyfriend." Ms. Yoshida even smiled, a little embarrassed, "But it's still a good thing."

The colleague didn't press further: "Congratulations."

The casual chat during the work break passed quickly. After finishing her morning work, Ms. Yoshida took the afternoon off, planning to rush to the pet store to bring home the cat she had her eye on.

Today is indeed an important day for her.

So she put on her best clothes, put on makeup, and even took a hard-earned vacation, solemnly planning to bring the new member home.

Her favorite pet was the golden shaded dog in the pet store that would always put its paw on her fingers through the glass.

That golden shaded kitten was still a baby, tiny, with a sweet meow and a very gentle personality.

But the shop manager said that it is actually quite mischievous most of the time, and only stops jumping around when Ms. Yoshida arrives, and obediently opens its eyes wide, tilts its head, and communicates with Ms. Yoshida.

She's still just a cunning little cat.

To prepare for the arrival of the golden Shaded dog, Ms. Yoshida has been squeezing out her rest time. Last month, she worked overtime due to a project and hadn't been able to come here to see it for a long time.

She rushed straight to the pet store as soon as she got downstairs, eager to see the little guy even a second earlier, so that the empty space in her heart could be filled sooner. Once outside the office building, she walked at an unprecedented pace in her high heels… or perhaps it could be called a jog.

It was precisely because of this eagerness that, while she was looking around to see if the pet store was open, she accidentally bumped into a strange guy: "Whoa?!"

She lost her balance and fell backward, landing on a puddle of dirty water right behind her. She felt her uniform skirt get soaked instantly.

She instinctively apologized to the person she bumped into: "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry..."

Looking up, Ms. Yoshida noticed that it was a tall man dressed in a strange way.

The other person wore a black top hat and was completely covered by an old black overcoat, revealing a stubble-covered chin and greasy curly hair under the hat brim. For some reason, Ms. Yoshida sensed a cold and disgusted gaze from where the other person's eyes should have been, hidden in the shadows.

Ms. Yoshida sensed that the other party was unhappy, but she didn't say anything to make things difficult for her. Instead, she snorted and left.

When Ms. Yoshida finally stood up, her skirt was completely soaked, especially around her hips. She was on the verge of tears, her mood much worse: "...How could this happen..."

A stronger negative emotion than usual was brewing. However, the anticipation for the kitten suppressed the sudden bad mood, and she forced herself to cheer up and decided to go to the pet store to bring the kitten home.

Ms. Yoshida arrived at the pet store.

The shop owner, a middle-aged married man, looked at the mess on Ms. Yoshida's clothes and asked in surprise, "What happened, Ms. Yoshida?"

“Nothing’s wrong… Where’s Aoi?” Ms. Yoshida didn’t care about the dirt on her body at the moment; she just wanted to see the little cat named “Sunflower.” She was finally able to say the words she had been preparing for a long time, “I’ve saved up enough money, Mr. Manager. Please let me take Aoi home.”

However, the boss's expression was not as happy as Ms. Yoshida had imagined.

His expression was troubled, and he spoke hesitantly. After struggling for a while, he finally revealed the kitten's whereabouts: "Xiao Kui... may not be able to go home with its new owner for the time being."

Ms. Yoshida looked puzzled: "...Huh?"

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Sunflower, a cat, has contracted feline infectious peritonitis (FIP).

When the owner noticed something was wrong, he rushed the kitten to the vet. Kittens are not very healthy to begin with, and feline infectious peritonitis (FIP) is a serious disease for cats. Even if it can be cured, it will take a lot of effort and money.

Generally speaking, the medical expenses for treating feline infectious peritonitis (FIP) can be higher than the price that sunflowers can fetch.

The owner is, after all, a business owner. If the cat's medical expenses exceed the selling price before it's even sold, then it's practically charity. However, Ms. Yoshida doesn't have the extra money to raise the price right now. Besides, the treatment isn't finished yet, and taking the cat home now would be incredibly expensive.

Ms. Yoshida didn't hear what the owner said afterward, and she left the pet shop looking somewhat lost.

How could this be...

She had been preparing for this day for a long time, eating near-expiry bento boxes every day to save money, and even when cooking for herself, she dared not buy other vegetables, eating only boiled bean sprouts.

I finally made it to today, only to receive the news that my cat is sick.

Ms. Yoshida leaned on the railing of the overpass, staring blankly at the traffic and traffic lights below.

In fact, for poor people like her, even if they bring the cat home, they may not be able to provide the cat with better conditions.

She doesn't have money to take her cat to the vet... and she can't afford to see a vet herself either. Her mother is relatively healthy now, but after so many years of working in the countryside, she's getting old and has developed various minor ailments. Is the money she sends home enough for her mother's medicine?

How come you're so old and work so hard, yet you still can't do anything right and are still such a loser?

Ms. Yoshida's skirt clung to her body, damp and chilly in the wind, but she didn't care, as her hands and feet were just as cold. She hadn't worn very warm clothes when she went out today, and the temperature suddenly dropped in the afternoon.

I was hungry, and I had prepared a meal at home to eat slowly in the evening. I even bought beer, which is unusual for me, to celebrate the new member of the family.

But right now I really don't want to go home at all.

Ms. Yoshida felt that her luck was really, really bad. She looked up at the gloomy sky and then looked down at the traffic below.

A layer of gray-black clouded over her eyes.

Although her mother kept saying that the family could afford it and that she shouldn't deprive herself like that, how could she dare to spend money recklessly?

With such a low salary and such a hard job, it's simply wishful thinking for her to want to own a cat.

The layer of gray-black haze grew deeper and thicker, even slowly obscuring the whites of Yoshida's eyes and moving closer to her pupils.

She didn't realize that her mood was unusually low at the moment; her face was ashen, and she kept thinking about her failure and denying herself in her heart.

Looking at the traffic below, a thought that she would never normally have occurred to her suddenly arose:

If I jump now, it might be much easier.

The thought had already appeared, and it magnified countless times in her mind, almost completely occupying her thoughts.

Her pupils were clear with only a sliver of light remaining. Tears welled up in her eyes as she gripped the railing tightly with both hands.

If I were to jump from here...

"Meow." Suddenly, she felt a warm, furry touch near her ankle.

Ms. Yoshida looked down and saw a gray Maine Coon cat that had appeared out of nowhere, sitting at her feet. The cat then reached out its paw and patted her ankle, looking very polite.

The cat has rare, beautiful golden eyes, fluffy and soft fur, and a very handsome and refined face. It is incredibly good-looking and handsome.

it's wired.

Why did this cat come over and become friendly with me?

Moreover, it doesn't look like a stray cat.

When the Maine Coon suddenly nuzzled her, the despair and suicidal thoughts that had inexplicably arisen within Ms. Yoshida dissipated considerably. However, she hadn't fully recovered yet, and simply followed her usual cat-playing habit, squatting down and speaking softly to the cat in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

Even when crouching, this large Maine Coon's presence is undeniable. Even when Ms. Yoshida crouched down, she was only slightly taller than it.

The enthusiastic Maine Coon cat seemed a little worried about Ms. Yoshida's mental state, so it took the initiative to come closer.

The Maine Coon didn't answer Ms. Yoshida's question. Instead, it tilted its head, leaned closer, squinted its eyes, and rubbed its face against Ms. Yoshida's tears.

Ms. Yoshida was stunned for a moment when the unfamiliar Maine Coon cat suddenly rubbed against her like that.

Then, as if coming to her senses, tears welled up in her eyes.

Fear, regret, and grievance intertwined into a torrent of tears. She truly couldn't understand why she had stood there just now, having thoughts of suicide.

But none of that matters now, because she met a gentle and warm little creature by the roadside, just like her sunflower.

Judging by its size, this Maine Coon should probably be called "Big Guy".

Just as she was about to leave, a strange cat suddenly came over and rubbed against her leg, conveying clumsy kindness... This alone made her nose inexplicably tingle.

Today was such a bad day. She almost did something wrong, just a tiny bit more.

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