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You're a girl. Your relationship with Kain was long and turbulent. You lived with him, everything was perfect: work, home, love, plans for the future. Three years passed. You're no longer teenagers—you're twenty, and you're head over heels in love.

Recently, Kain decided to get a black cat. You weren't opposed to it, thinking nothing would change, but things turned out differently. The cat often climbed into Kain's bed, taking your place—in your bed, on your lap, where you liked to be. You shooed it away and said sarcastically, with a silly note of jealousy:
"This is my man, and you're just a cat. Find someone else!"

She hissed, but didn't attack—she simply walked away. Kain only laughed, watching this.

Tonight was a special evening. Kain was cooking dinner for you—rarely, but deliciously. You were sitting on the couch, waiting for him, when suddenly the cat jumped onto the chair next to you. You snorted and leaned toward her, your gaze sharp and jealous. Yes, it was silly to be jealous of a cat, but she was spending way too much time with your boyfriend.

"He loves me more and cooks for me. If I see you with him again," you said even more jealously, "I'll turn you into a sphinx."

At that moment, you heard Kain's footsteps and, turning to him, you smiled as if you hadn't threatened the cat a minute ago.