My husband’s first love came back to life and reincarnated as our family cat. She tore my dresses. Knocked over my perfume. Scratched and bit me whenever she could. I complained to my husband. He only scolded me. “Why are you jealous of a cat? Elara is gone. Mimi is all I have left of her. Can’t you even tolerate that?” The cat shot me a smug, triumphant look, then curled into Jared’s arms. He stroked her fur, his voice thick with affection. “My poor Elara. If I could do it all over, I’d have given you a child. You must have been so lonely… that’s why you sent Mimi to me.” Oh, the loneliness? I can fix that right now. So, I took her to the park, where all the stray cats were waiting. They were all males. Jared went downstairs to get a package. The moment the door closed, Mimi jumped from her cat tree. She streaked toward me, back arched, teeth bared, a low growl rumbling in her throat. I ignored her and turned toward my room. She lunged. Claws sliced across my arm, leaving three raised red lines that quickly beaded with blood. I hissed in pain, bent down, and grabbed a slipper by my feet. Just as I raised it, the door opened. Instantly, Mimi retracted her claws, tucked her tail, and scurried to Jared’s feet. She looked up at him with watery eyes and let out a pitiful meow, darting glances at me as if she were the most aggrieved creature alive. Jared picked her up, his fingertips gently stroking her fur, his voice soft and tender. “What’s wrong, my Mimi? Who upset you?” I pointed to the bleeding marks on my arm, my voice tight. “Jared, she scratched me. It’s bleeding.” Jared didn’t even glance at my bleeding arm. He kept murmuring to the cat in his arms. “Impossible. My Mimi is the sweetest thing. She’d never scratch anyone. You must have scared her. She was just defending herself. Honestly, Chloe, you’re an adult. Why are you picking on a cat?” Mimi nuzzled into him, then tilted her head to blink at me. The triumph in her eyes was unmistakable. My grip on the slipper tightened until my knuckles turned white. I said nothing. A couple of days later, Jared went to the grocery store and asked me to feed Mimi. I mixed her expensive imported food and set the bowl down. Mimi sniffed it, then lifted a paw and tipped the bowl over. Kibble scattered across the floor, some hitting my pants. I knelt to clean it up, but she started aggressively pawing at my hair and stepping all over my clothes. Cat litter even rubbed off onto my collar. My patience finally snapped. I stood up to get a broom and shoo her away. Just as I reached the doorway, I heard keys in the lock. Mimi shot to the door, meowing piteously at Jared. Then she deliberately threw her full weight against my leg before collapsing to the floor with a dramatic thud. She rolled onto her back, belly exposed, looking utterly broken, as if clinging to her last breath after a beating. Jared rushed over, scooping her up. He’s panic. “My Mimi! How did you fall? Did she push you? Are you hurt, my darling?” I suppressed my rising fury and explained. “She deliberately ran into me! And she kicked over her food, getting cat litter all over me!” Jared snapped, his voice turning cold. “Chloe, enough. Don’t accuse Mimi. She’s gentle. She’d never do that. You probably didn’t want to feed her, so you made a mess, then tried to chase her off. Of course she panicked and ran into you.” “How many times do I have to say it? Be kind to her. Treat her like family. Why can’t you listen?” He lowered his head, cooing at the cat in his arms, his voice softening once more. “It’s all right, Mimi. Daddy’s here. No one can hurt you. Stay away from her from now on, don’t let her scare you.” Mimi nestled against him, eyes half-closed. Something like a smirk touched her mouth. She rubbed her head deliberately along his chin, a display of spoiled triumph that made my hands shake with fury. Jared always believed that cat. He always thought it was my fault. Even with the proof right in front of him, he’d look away and spin the story until the blame landed squarely back on me.
Jared’s indulgence of that cat had no bottom line. A while back, we had mice, so he bought rat poison and put it in the lowest corner of a cabinet, covered by a box. That morning, I was making oatmeal in the kitchen, while Jared was in the living room, watching TV with Mimi. The moment I turned my back to get the groceries, I heard the sound of a box tumbling in the living room. When I rushed out, I saw Mimi pawing at a bag of rat poison. The bag was torn open, white powder scattered across the floor, clinging suspiciously to its paws. I gasped, rushing forward to try and gather the bag, but Mimi was gone. I cautiously followed her into the kitchen. I watched as she lifted her paw, scraping the rat poison powder directly into the oatmeal I had just finished cooking. “What are you doing!” I shrieked, reaching out to shoo her away. Jared followed me in, saw the rat poison on the floor and the powder in the oatmeal, and just chuckled, bending down to pick up the cat. “Mimi, you little troublemaker. Always up to something.” He tapped the cat’s head, his voice dripping with fondness. Not a trace of reproach. I was in shock. “She put rat poison in the oatmeal! This could have killed someone!” Jared glanced at the oatmeal. He shrugged. “So? Just dump it out. Mimi doesn’t understand. It was just playing. It’s not like she meant to hurt anyone.” Mimi rubbed against him in his arms, her eyes fixed on me with a defiant look. Watching Jared’s casual demeanor, a wave of fury washed over me. “Doesn’t understand? How did she know the rat poison was under the cabinet? How did she know to tear open the box? And how did it just happen to fall into my oatmeal?” Jared’s face hardened, his tone turning accusatory. “What are you implying? That Mimi deliberately tried to harm you? She’s just a cat, what kind of evil intentions could she have?” I looked at the cat in his arms. It was squinting, almost as if smiling. How had she found it so precisely? How had she scattered it right into my oatmeal? Jared set the cat down and turned to me. “Stop staring. Dump it and make a new batch. And from now on, keep things like this where Mimi can’t get to them.” With that, he picked up Mimi and returned to the living room, continuing to watch TV. I stood in the kitchen, staring at the tainted bowl. I was growing certain. Something was deeply wrong with this cat. She wasn’t just clueless. She was doing it on purpose. She wanted to hurt me.
This silver tabby was Elara Stone’s cat, Jared’s first love. After Elara’s unexpected death, Jared brought Mimi straight home. He bought her premium imported cat food, designer collars, and regularly took her for grooming appointments. He even brought the cat when we visited my parents. My mom’s dog, who usually roamed free, approached Mimi and sniffed her. Mimi let out a yelp. Jared clutched the cat tighter, yelling at me. “Control your dog! What if it scares Mimi?” My mother quickly pulled the dog back. “He was only saying hello. He didn’t mean any harm.” Jared wouldn’t let it go. “What if it bit Mimi? She’s all I have left of Elara. If anything happens to her, could you even afford to make it right?” All my relatives stared at me. I stood rooted to the spot, speechless. All the money at home, Jared spent on the cat. I contributed my salary to household expenses, and those high-end cat supplies were all bought with my money. Mimi would bite and scratch me whenever she saw me. One time, Mimi broke the skin on my arm. I went for a rabies shot. Afterward, a rash spread across my body. The doctor called it an allergic reaction. I called Jared. I told him about the allergy and that I needed to go to the hospital. On the phone, Jared only said, “Got it. I’m taking Mimi to her grooming appointment. We’ll talk later.” He hung up. No other questions. I went to the hospital alone, got some medication, and came back. Jared was already home, feeding Mimi treats. I told him, “The allergy is really uncomfortable.” Jared mumbled an ‘hmm’ without looking up. Mimi meowed at me, even swiping a paw. Jared quickly pressed down on her paw. “Stay still, sweetheart. Don’t get near her.” I asked, “Aren’t you going to ask how bad it is? How bad the allergy was?” Jared finally looked up. He blamed. “What’s the issue? It’s just an allergy. You took the medicine, right? You always make a scene and ruin my time with Mimi.” Mimi rubbed against him, her eyes fixed on me, almost as if smiling. I thought of the looks from my relatives, the scratches on my arm, the rash all over my body during the allergy attack, the rat poison in the oatmeal, and a heavy knot formed in my chest. Jared continued. “Mimi’s had it hard. With Elara gone, if I don’t spoil her, who will? You’re the lady of the house. Can’t you show a little grace? What kind of person picks fights with a cat?”
Ever since the rat poison incident, the certainty had been growing in me-something was wrong. This cat was too clever. Almost unnervingly human. The way she looked at me was exactly like Elara used to look at me before she died. I even wondered if Elara’s soul had somehow possessed it. Every time Jared and I tried to be intimate, she’d interfere. She’d either suddenly jump over and scratch me, or she’d meow incessantly at us, making it impossible for us to continue. Jared never blamed her. He’d just coo, “Is Mimi jealous? It’s okay, Daddy loves you.” Then he’d turn to me and complain, “Can’t you wait until Mimi’s asleep? She’s still young and needs constant attention.” I didn’t argue, but my suspicions grew heavier. The true moment of clarity hit me this time. Jared said Mimi needed a check-up, and asked me to drive her to the vet. I put Mimi in her carrier and placed it on the passenger seat. Just as I got onto the main road, she suddenly began to thrash violently in the carrier, her claws scratching against the bars, and meowing aggressively at my face. Distracted, I glanced at her, and the steering wheel swerved sharply. The car veered directly towards the roadside barrier. I slammed on the brakes, the car skidding to a halt, scraping the barrier. My heart pounded furiously. I turned to look at her. She had quieted down, her eyes filled with disappointment. In that moment, I knew. It was Elara. She wanted me to crash the car. She wanted to usurp my place, to push me out of Jared’s life and claim it for herself. A chilling dread washed over me, but I didn’t dare speak out. I just grit my teeth, drove her to the vet, and brought her home after the check-up. Jared noticed a few scrapes on her body and, heartbroken, asked what had happened. When he heard about the near-accident, that grown man actually broke down into sobs!
He held Mimi tightly, burying his face in her fur. “My poor girl, don’t leave me, please? Daddy was terrified. I swear I’ll never leave your side again.” He stroked her back, his gaze distant and sorrowful. “Elara…you left too soon. My beautiful Elara, it still breaks me. All you left me was this cat. If anything happened to her, I couldn’t face you..” Mimi nuzzled into him, purring softly. But her eyes stayed on me, accusing. I watched them coolly, then spoke, my voice level. “There’s a simple solution. Take her to a breeder. With her pedigree, you could charge a thousand per mating. There’d be a waiting list. Once she has kittens, your attachment could live on.” Jared went still. He looked up, his expression hardening into something savage. “No! Absolutely not!” “Mimi is pure. She would never be bred with some filthy stray. What kind of suggestion is that?” Mimi seemed startled by his shout. She immediately shrank, tucked her tail between her legs, her eyes watery, trembling all over. But she subtly glanced up, staring at me with fury. I watched her performance and smiled coldly inside. Keep acting. Jared lowered his head to comfort her. “It’s okay, it’s okay, I wasn’t talking about you, I was talking about her. Who would dare make you breed? I’d be the first to object.” He turned a sharp glare on me, his voice thick with accusation. “Enough. That’s Elara’s legacy. I would never subject her to that humiliation. What exactly are you plotting?” I lmet his eyes, a slight, cool smile touching my lips. “Plotting? What could I possibly be plotting?” “You’re afraid she’ll die, aren’t you? If she has kittens, problem solved.” “Not like that!” Jared snapped. “What kind of cats are in those places? They could be diseased. They could hurt her. No. Never!” Mimi rubbed against him, a smug glint in her eyes. I dropped the argument and just stared at the cat. Since you look down on those pampered purebreds at the shelter, you get what you get. The park is crawling with scruffy, filthy toms. When they’re in heat, they don’t ask for a pedigree. Then, your precious Elara can get a real taste of “love.”
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