His Royal Highness the Cat

I had a dream in which I entered a kingdom of dwarves, perhaps the kingdom of orcs would be more appropriate.

In that world, every dwarf is an object of capture.

Beautiful dwarves are placed in the shop to be picked up by huge and ferocious orcs.

Ugly dwarves are ordered to disappear in the streets.

Thankfully, I was the one in the store.

A cat-man in black stood in front of me, staring at me with bright eyes.

He communicated with the black bear orc owner of the store in a language I couldn't understand, and put his fluffy left paw on my head.

I turned my head to one side, thinking: This guy is really not cute at all.

Soon, I was carried home in the arms of the cat man.

The cat man put me in his locker and covered me with clothes.

The cabinet was pitch-black, and the strange smell of clothes permeated his nostrils.

I crawled out from under my clothes and found my way through the light that leaked through the cabinet door.

I rummaged through the room, jumped up and down, and after a while, a bigger cat broke in.

She looked at me for a moment, then growled.

The cat who carried me home was much smaller in front of her. He lowered his head, and soon he raised his head and shouted back.

They seem to be arguing.

I guess, definitely not because of me.

I continued to dance around the room until I was kicked into the corner.

The kitten came over and hugged me, which made me almost out of breath.

Is he crazy? To treat me so hard.

Something hot and flat fell from the top of his head, and it wasn't the saliva of an orc.

Later, I was locked in a simple cage and fed regularly every day.

Occasionally, I would be dragged out and ravaged by little orcs, and he would force me to wear their uncoordinated clothes, which were ugly and smelly.

This boring and boring life is just terrible.

So, I escaped from prison while they were away.

I ran quickly in the grass, trying my best to release the energy I had stored for a long time.

After a while, my stomach growled.

I wandered around and found some food next to a large, foul-smelling wooden barrel.

I approached slowly and tried to take a bite.

Almost didn't spit it out.

It's definitely not food.

An ugly, thin dwarf stopped me, and he punched me.

I took two steps back and looked at him puzzled.

"You're wasting food!" he glared at me angrily.

"Me? Wasting food?"

"Yes, you robbed my food and wasted it so much."

"How can this be called food? I can't swallow it at all." I couldn't understand.

"If you can't swallow it, isn't it food?"

"Okay, I won't argue with you, it's food, but it's gone bad."

"You just ran away from the master's house, fat man."

"Hey, talk nicely. Don't make personal attacks!" I was a little annoyed.

"Look at your fat body, can you still run?"

Dwarves are known for their speed. The better a dwarf is, the faster he runs, and the lighter and more flexible his body is.

.

I looked at my body and retorted, "Just before, I was still running in this grass."

"Then you come and chase me. If you can catch me, I will let you beat me."

The dwarf started running very fast as he spoke, and I was able to follow him closely at first, but soon I was thrown far away.

I stopped panting, "No more chasing, no more food, no energy."

The dwarf suddenly appeared in front of me, "I didn't eat, don't forget, you stole my food."

I sat down in the grass and tore off the clothes that bound me.

"I didn't know it was your food. Besides, isn't that rotten food that was thrown away?"

"It doesn't matter if it's rotten or not, as long as it can fill your stomach."

"I've never eaten anything like it."

"It can be seen." The dwarf also sat beside me, with his head raised, not knowing where he was looking.

"Well, there must be more than one wooden barrel here, just find another one, why are you so angry."

"Every wooden barrel has its own owner, just like the owner of the wooden barrel just now - it's me." The dwarf said, slightly raising his head.

It was the funniest thing ever.

I laughed, "Haha, the barrel still has an owner, so do these flowers and plants also have an owner?"

The dwarf said solemnly: "Of course."

"We're nothing more than the pets of the orcs."

"Then why did you run out?"

"Of course it's boring."

"Just because it's boring?"

"Yes, it's boring. Orcs are really incomprehensible animals. Like that ugly suit," I pointed to the clothes I just tore off and threw aside. Clothes?"

"With clothes on, it's easier to distinguish you from us."

"A dwarf is a dwarf."

"That's a sign of civilization."

I looked at the dwarf carefully, "Where did you learn this trick?"

"I heard."

I shook my head in disapproval, and didn't want to continue this topic. "What about you, why did you escape?"

The dwarf looked at me, as if looking behind me.

"I've been living here, I haven't escaped anywhere."

"It's really pathetic."

This topic is really heavy.

I stood up, picked up my clothes and prepared to leave.

"Where are you going?" the dwarf called to me.

"Go back, where else can I go?"

I got dressed and returned to the orc's house very quickly.

The kitten held me tightly in his arms.

Look, he almost strangled me as always.