Part 2My Boyfriend's Cat Turns Into A Girl—And He Gets Involved With Her

The next morning.

I sat at the breakfast table, watching Mia nestled beside Simon.

He carefully cut his breakfast into small pieces and fed her bit by bit.

How did I never see it before?

I took a sip of milk and casually said, "Simon, don't you think it’s time Mia was spayed? She’s always so agitated—getting her spayed might calm her down."

As soon as I said that, Mia’s fur bristled in outrage.

She hissed at me, then quickly retreated into Simon’s arms, meowing pitifully.

Sure enough, Simon stroked her back gently to comfort her before looking at me with irritation.

"I don’t want to put her through that kind of surgery. It’s not right to take away her right to have kittens."

I raised an eyebrow. "Oh? So, you want Mia to have kittens? Maybe I can help by finding her a tomcat or two."

At that, Mia’s cries grew even louder.

Simon’s face darkened. "Bella, why do you have to be so cruel to her? She’s just a cat! Can’t you see she’s just not used to you yet?"

Just a cat? He’s been telling me that for ages, using it as an excuse whenever Mia acts out.

But he knows perfectly well that Mia is no ordinary cat. He knows her every action is designed to push me out.

Yet he still clings to his comforting delusion.

I didn’t bother arguing with him.

After breakfast, I drove to Mia Yates’ old house.

Mia wasn’t always a cat. She used to be just a regular university student.

She fell in love with Simon when he taught a few lectures at her university.

But after she turned into a cat, the human body she later gained was beautiful—innocently alluring.

Whose body was this? Could a ‘miracle’ like this only happen to Mia?

These thoughts consumed me as I drove around her neighbourhood, asking about her.

Sure enough, those who are hateful often have a tragic backstory.

Her mother, I learned, never cared much for her. She favoured Mia’s brother and constantly pressured her to find a wealthy husband, one who could provide a dowry to buy her brother a house.

Mia’s attraction to Simon? Well, that had a lot to do with his money.

I smirked. Rich, is he?

What if Simon lost everything? Would Mia still care for him then?

On my way home, I stopped by The Bark & Purr Pet Shop.

As soon as I walked in, a brown blur came bounding toward me.

"Max!"

Max, my beloved Labrador. I had to send him away because Mia hated him. Simon made me rehome him.

Of course, I never actually gave him away. I’d just been keeping him at the pet shop, hoping Mia might accept him one day.

Now? I couldn’t care less what Mia thinks.

I knelt down and stroked Max’s head. "Max, I’m so sorry. I’ll never leave you again."

He seemed to understand, nuzzling into my hand.

I hugged him tighter, relieved.