The cat left behind by my husband William Welch’s ex-girlfriend Bella Collins was actually nursing my daughter Ruth Welch with its chest, just like a human would. So I, Leila Fowler, turned on my camera and livestreamed this bizarre scene. The stream went viral instantly, and people came knocking at my door, willing to pay top dollar for this cat. I agreed to sell, but William suddenly went crazy, clutching the cat and screaming that we couldn’t sell it. Even Jenny Welch, William’s sister who had always doted on me, angrily accused me of losing my mind. Actually, in my previous life, I had accidentally discovered the cat nursing Ruth at home. Seeing Ruth’s satisfied expression, I was completely stunned. What horrified me even more was that the cat’s chest was completely hairless, smooth and delicate, just like a nursing woman’s. Moreover, this cat was always hostile toward me, either baring its teeth or scratching me, and it had to sleep in William’s arms every night. Thinking about all this made my blood run cold, and I immediately decided to throw it out. I never expected that the usually gentle William would become abnormally violent. He yelled at me: “I raised this cat with my own hands – it’s like a child to me! If you dare throw it away, we’re getting divorced!” Jenny also urged me to keep the cat, even saying I’d been under too much stress lately, and made me drink sleeping pills. That night, Ruth died in my arms, and I, overwhelmed by grief, also died suddenly in bed. Only after death did I realize that the cat was actually Bella, and Ruth was the medium she used to exchange lives. Their real purpose was to steal my body. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day I was discharged from the hospital. ***** Urgent knocking at the door pulled me back from my memories to reality. The door cracked open, and Jenny poked her head in. She first glanced at the child in my arms, then called out softly: “Leila, dinner’s ready. Come out and eat.” She even waved at me excitedly: “Eat while it’s hot – it won’t taste good when it gets cold.” My mind went blank, and I instinctively got up, carrying the child as I walked out. In the living room, on the dining table, that Siamese cat belonging to William and Bella was standing in the head seat, licking a plate with relish. William was feeding it a piece of meat with a doting expression on his face. Seeing me come out, it even arrogantly lifted its head and glared at me with challenging eyes. This scene sent chills down my spine and completely snapped me back to reality. I had been reborn! On our wedding night in my previous life, William brought home a massive Siamese cat. He said helplessly: “Bella passed away in an accident, and her parents can’t take care of the cat, so I have to look after it.” I loved small animals and wanted to be more tolerant and trusting in my marriage, so I agreed and even specially cleared out a living space for the cat. But soon I noticed something was wrong – this cat didn’t like me. It was hostile toward me, and whenever I got close, it would bristle, bare its teeth, and even threaten me. What was worse, it had to sleep in William’s arms every night. Sometimes in the middle of the night, I could hear it making coquettish purring sounds in William’s embrace. After I got pregnant, I suggested not letting the cat on the bed. Hearing my words, it actually lunged at me, opening its mouth to bite. If William hadn’t stopped it in time, my face would have been disfigured. I was furious and thought about sending the cat away. But William humbly explained: “Cats are very smart animals – they can understand what you say. You just said you wanted to send it away, so it attacked you because it was hurt.” Jenny also tried to persuade me: “You’re not hurt, so it’s fine. This cat is intelligent – it’s a good cat. If you send it away now, it’ll become a stray, which would be too pitiful.” I softened, hesitated for a moment, and finally decided to keep the cat, but with one condition – it couldn’t enter my bedroom anymore. William agreed. But I never expected that for this cat’s sake, he would actually suggest we sleep in separate beds. Though I was angry, thinking of the child in my belly, I endured it. However, as the child was born, even more bizarre things happened. During breastfeeding, I didn’t have enough milk and could only buy formula to feed Ruth. But no matter how hard I tried, Ruth just wouldn’t drink the formula. At first I thought she didn’t like that brand of formula, so I switched several times, but she still refused to eat. Just as I was preparing to take Ruth to the hospital for a checkup, I accidentally discovered that Siamese cat nursing Ruth. It was pressing its chest to Ruth’s mouth, and Ruth was obediently suckling. She was drinking the cat’s milk in big gulps! What made my blood run cold was that the cat’s chest was completely hairless, white and smooth, just like a woman’s during breastfeeding. I nearly went insane, hysterically screaming that we had to get rid of the cat. But the usually gentle William actually started cursing: “How can you be so petty? The house is so big, and you can’t even tolerate one cat!” I incoherently described everything I had seen, but he mocked me for having mental problems. Jenny pulled me to the sofa and secretly made me take a sleeping pill. She said: “You’re under too much stress – you have postpartum depression. How could a cat possibly nurse a child like a human?” Under her comfort, my emotions gradually calmed down. But when I woke up that night, I found that Ruth had already stopped breathing, her body ice cold. I wanted to call for help, but discovered the house was completely empty. Soon, overwhelmed by extreme grief and breathing rapidly, I collapsed beside Ruth and died. Only after death did I understand that this was all a vicious conspiracy! William, Jenny, and that cat were all plotting to steal my body. Ruth and I were nothing more than sacrifices in their life-swapping process.
Thinking about all this, I couldn’t help but clench my fists. Looking at the two people and one cat at the dining table, overwhelming hatred surged through me, filling my mind with impulsive thoughts. But thinking of Ruth still in her swaddling clothes, I could only suppress this rage. In this lifetime, I swear I’ll make them pay a devastating price! Jenny said, “Leila, why are you still standing there? Come sit down!” As she spoke, she handed me a bowl of something dark and murky. She said, “Drink this quickly, it’s really good for your body. After drinking it, your milk supply will become much more abundant.” While speaking, she lifted the bowl in my hands slightly, her eyes full of expectation. If this were before, I would have drunk it without hesitation. But now, I simply placed the bowl gently back on the table: “It’s a bit hot, I’ll drink it later.” The contents of the bowl were weaning soup. I remembered clearly—it was after drinking this that I lost my milk supply, forcing Ruth to switch to formula, which gave that cat its opportunity. Hearing my words, the expectation in Jenny’s eyes dimmed instantly: “Alright then, just remember to drink it.” I didn’t respond and sat down next to William. Then I affectionately brought my face close to his cheek: “William, I want to eat food you’ve made with your own hands.” I could clearly feel his body stiffen instantly at my gesture. His first reaction wasn’t to answer me, but to look toward the eating cat with something like panic. The cat also noticed my movement, baring its teeth in a grin, its eyes becoming unusually fierce. I said, “William, will you promise me? I want you to make your specialty dish for me.” As I spoke, I gently rested my head on his shoulder, my hand unconsciously caressing his abs. Of course, my gaze never left that cat. It was angry now, making strange sounds from its mouth. The sound wasn’t like a cat’s meow, but more like a woman’s scream, only deeper. It was enraged by me, but this was far from enough. I stared at it intently, raising my eyebrows provocatively. The next second, it lunged at me as expected. Fortunately, I was prepared and quickly dodged behind William. The cat naturally didn’t dare harm William, so it stopped abruptly, but due to inertia still rushed forward a few steps. Perfectly positioned, it knocked over the bowl of weaning soup on the table. I seized the opportunity, grabbing the cat by the scruff of its neck, lifting it high, and slamming it hard onto the floor. I said, “You’re nothing but a stray cat I’m keeping—do you really think you can hurt me?” After speaking, I kicked it hard in the chest. The cat grimaced in pain, its previous arrogance instantly vanishing. William suddenly pushed me away: “Are you insane? What are you doing?” Jenny screamed and quickly knelt down to pick up the cat: “Leila, you’re absolutely crazy! Why are you bullying a cat? You could beat it to death like this!” William was emotionally agitated, his eyes even reddening with anger. I smirked, my gaze falling on that cat. It had its mouth open, drool running down from the corners, looking utterly pathetic. Jenny cried while gently stroking the cat in her arms: “Stop arguing, we need to get to the hospital quickly!”
After saying this, they both hurriedly put on their coats. Before leaving, William said through gritted teeth: “If anything happens to that cat, I’ll never forgive you!” Watching their hurried departure, I finally breathed a sigh of relief. Not daring to waste a moment, I immediately contacted renovation workers online. I said: “I need five hidden cameras, preferably the kind that can record audio. When’s the earliest you can install them? Can you make it even faster? I can pay extra!” Only after receiving a positive response did I completely relax. The next second, Ruth’s crying came from the bedroom. I immediately rushed in and picked her up, gently soothing her. I tentatively tried to feed her, and watching her drink obediently, I couldn’t help but shed tears. After Ruth calmed down, Jenny’s call came through. She asked: “Leila, did you drink that herbal tonic? There’s still some in the pot, you must remember to drink it.” I tried to make my voice sound normal: “I know, Jenny. I’ll drink it. By the way, is the cat okay?” I deliberately sniffled, pretending I had just been crying: “I’m sorry, I just gave birth and I’m under a lot of stress. I acted impulsively earlier. Is the cat alright?” There was silence on the other end, followed by a heavy sigh: “It’s fine, just a little startled.” Then she suddenly raised her voice: “You can’t do this again! Do you hear me?” I said: “Okay, when are you coming back?” She said: “Probably tonight. Remember to drink the tonic.” With that, Jenny hung up. Meanwhile, the workers installing the cameras arrived. After everything was arranged, it was nearly six in the evening. Before leaving, I specifically asked the workers to help dispose of that pot of herbal tonic. At eleven at night, they returned. Seeing me waiting at the door, William held the cat with a guarded expression. I immediately stepped forward to apologize, repeatedly saying I was wrong. William said: “So you know you were wrong? This is a life we’re talking about, what do you think this is? Thank God the cat is okay! If something had happened, I definitely wouldn’t have let you off!” In that moment, I even saw a hint of murderous intent in his eyes. The cat lay contentedly in his arms, blinked, and stuck its tongue out at me. Then it smugly placed its paw on his chest, as if declaring ownership. Jenny walked straight to the kitchen, and seeing the empty pot, came out with a smile: “Leila, you finished all the tonic?” I nodded. She exchanged a glance with William, then said: “Good, we’re going to rest now. It’s getting late, you should sleep early too.” William carried the cat into the bedroom. As he closed the door, I saw him lose control and kiss the cat’s face. At one in the morning, I was still wide awake. In another half hour it would be feeding time, and my anxiety was growing. Ten minutes later, my bedroom door was gently pushed open a crack. William came to my side and whispered: “Leila, are you asleep?” I kept my eyes tightly shut, not daring to respond. Thinking I was fast asleep, he tiptoed into the room. In the darkness, I squinted and watched him carefully place the cat beside Ruth. The cat first arched its back, then slowly bent down, finally pressing its chest against Ruth’s mouth. Through the curtains filtering in dim light, I could see by the moonlight that the cat’s smooth chest looked remarkably like a fully developed woman’s breast. Ruth opened her mouth in her sleep and instinctively began to suckle. The next second, the cat let out an extremely soft cry of pain. This sound immediately made William tense up. He asked in a low voice, “What’s wrong? Are you hurt?” The cat shook its head in pain and whimpered again. Unable to get any milk, Ruth bit down harder. Only after fully realizing there was no milk did she start crying. I took the opportunity to open my eyes and saw William frantically picking up the cat. I asked, “What’s going on?” He said nervously, “Nothing, I just missed you and wanted to sleep with you tonight.” As he spoke, he kept looking down to check the cat’s reaction. “Since the baby’s awake, you should comfort her first,” he said softly. “I’ll go out for now.” With that, he hurried out with the cat, completely ignoring me. I held the baby tenderly and fed her while opening the surveillance feed of Jenny’s room. “No milk? That’s impossible!” Jenny’s voice was urgent. “Leila drank the medicine, Bella must have milk!” “There really isn’t any!” William said. “Ruth bit Bella’s chest until it was red, but still couldn’t get any milk!” Jenny looked shocked. “How could this happen? What about Leila? Does she have milk?” This question made William hesitate. “I think so, but I wasn’t paying attention.” “Alright, don’t panic,” Jenny said calmly. “Maybe I didn’t make enough weaning soup today. I’ll have her drink more tomorrow. I refuse to believe it won’t work.” Watching those two people and one cat on the monitor made me feel somewhat nauseous. I opened the livestream and found it was already packed with viewers. William never imagined that the scene of the cat nursing had just been broadcast live. Many people messaged me privately, asking if the cat was for sale, with some even offering high prices. I filtered through them and finally chose a man named Ryder Parker who lived in the same city as me. I messaged him: [If you’re serious about buying, I’m serious about selling. Give me a hundred dollars and you can take the cat.] Ryder was initially skeptical: [Such an intelligent cat, and you’re selling it to me this cheap?] [Yes, I don’t want to keep it anymore,] I replied briefly. Then I sent him my exact address: [This cat isn’t easy to catch. You’d better bring several people tomorrow, preferably men. Let’s meet at 7:30 tomorrow morning.] After sending that, I logged out of the app. Ruth had finished eating and was sleeping peacefully. But I couldn’t sleep at all, lying in bed, my heart full of anticipation for what would happen tomorrow. Sure enough, at 7:20 in the morning, Jenny pushed open my bedroom door, bringing fresh weaning soup for me to drink. After I refused, her expression immediately changed: “You have to drink it!” Just as she finished speaking, there was a knock at the door. I held Ruth and pushed past Jenny to open the door. Outside stood seven or eight burly men, with Ryder at the front asking ingratiatingly, “Last night, were you…?” I nodded and welcomed them in. Jenny sensed something was wrong and quickly woke William. “Who are you? What are you here for?” he asked as he came out. The cat followed him out. I spoke calmly: “They’re here to buy the cat.” Then I looked back at Ryder: “That’s the cat you saw last night. Go catch it. If you can catch it with your bare hands, I’ll give it to you for free.” The men immediately sprang into action. The cat reacted extremely quickly, jumping up and down, turning the entire house into chaos. Combined with William and Jenny’s interference, catching the cat became even more difficult. But ultimately, numbers prevailed. Ryder finally grabbed the cat’s tail and lifted it up by it. The cat struggled desperately, extending its claws to scratch, but Ryder slapped it on the head, causing it to cry out and pass out on the spot. Seeing this, William panicked and desperately rushed forward to try to snatch it back. But Ryder casually tossed the cat to his companion behind him and smiled as he nodded at me: “I caught it. Does that mean I don’t have to pay you?” I was about to speak when William suddenly grabbed my collar and yanked me toward him. He roared through gritted teeth: “It was you? Why would you do this? Give me back the cat right now!”
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