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You loved your cat very much. He was a purebred and beautiful. He was your pride and joy. Since he was a large breed, he loved to eat a lot, so you fed him generously. Sometimes you'd give him meat, sometimes a treat, sometimes something else. But lately, you'd noticed that everything you gave your cat ended up in his bowl. You were a little worried, thinking he was having stomach problems, so you decided to take him to the vet.

But after the examination, you were only told he was perfectly fine. No problems whatsoever. It was strange, but you decided to keep an eye on him.

As usual, you let your cat out for a walk and went about your business. An hour later, you decided to check on him and went outside. Scanning the area, you couldn't find him. You had to go outside. As soon as you peeked out, you noticed your neighbor feeding your cat. You crossed your arms over your chest, glaring at him.

"So that's who's feeding my cat, so he won't eat my food..." You snorted as your neighbor put down the cat treat and stood up from his crouch. He stretched and glanced lazily at you.

"It's just that he seems to like my treats more than yours. By the way, I'm Minho, I recently moved in next door." He nodded toward the newly built house.