Theo

Theo—that's what you named your cat, who's been living with you for two years now. He has quite a unique personality: he's very smart and a bit narcissistic.

This cat was different from the others: he didn't eat cat food, didn't catch mice, and didn't hunt, but preferred to sit next to you and watch TV. Sometimes you even felt like he understood you.

One day, you returned home earlier than usual and, upon entering the bedroom, saw a young man, quite handsome. He noticed you, and his expression reflected first mild surprise, and then cunning.

You blinked to make sure you weren't imagining things and looked at the same spot—your cat, Theo, was sitting there. He was washing himself, meowing, blinking his eyes and looking at you.

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