My Cats Talked, and I Broke Up With My Boyfriend Chapter 1

I had two cats. Then one day, out of nowhere, I understood every word they said.

My British Shorthair, Lucky, scoffed. "Ugh, this disgusting woman, always touching me! I much prefer Chloe! I wish I could just lie on Chloe's lap forever!"

My Maine Coon, Obsidian, murmured. "She smells so good! I want to buy the best bed in the world and make love to her for three days and three nights!"

Their voices...

One was exactly like my boyfriend's.

The other was identical to my cold and intimidating CEO.

It was 10 PM when I finally got home from work. I opened the door to my apartment, and a chaotic scene greeted me.

Shattered glass, shredded paper, an overturned potted plant... a total mess.

The culprit, Lucky, was sprawled comfortably on my roommate Chloe's lap, being stroked by her.

Before I could even speak, Chloe quickly tried to soothe me. "Nova, don't blame Lucky. It looked like there was a mouse, and he just messed up the place trying to catch it."

Lucky was the name of the British Shorthair in her arms, a stray I'd rescued six months ago. When I found him, he was skin and bones. Now, he was plump as a ball, fluffy and adorable.

As Chloe defended him, I swore I saw a smug expression on the cat's face.

I rubbed my eyes, then looked again.

Lucky's smugness hadn't faded; he even curled one side of his mouth, a hint of defiance in his gaze.

It was like he was telling me. Yeah, I did it. What are you gonna do about it?

What the hell? Is this cat... sentient?

"Nova, what's wrong?" Chloe asked, seeing me staring strangely at the cat.

"Nothing..." I shook my head, walked over to them, and bent down, reaching out to pet Lucky. "Lucky, good boy. If you were just chasing a mouse, I won't be mad."

It was odd. This was a high-end, clean apartment in the city center. How could there possibly be a mouse?

But as a devoted cat owner, I decided not to push it, hoping to melt Lucky's heart with love.

As usual, Lucky reacted swiftly, leaping up. He darted behind Chloe, peering out at me and hissing. His fangs were bared, his eyes full of warning. It was as if he’d fight me to the death if I dared touch him.

"Ugh..." I sighed deeply.

For some reason, this cat never wanted to be near me. My boyfriend, Daniel, once explained that everyone has a different scent, and cats have sensitive noses. Maybe my scent just wasn't to his liking.

I bought into it. Even though he didn't like me, my kind heart still led me to adopt this blue cat, abandoned by his previous owner and nearly starved to death as a stray.

I got up to start tidying the messy living room. Suddenly, a familiar voice erupted in my ear.

"This disgusting woman, always wanting to touch me! What right does she have to touch me! I love sweet Chloe; she smells so good. I must keep my body and soul pure for her!"

I whipped my head around to stare at Lucky. He was back in Chloe's arms, being happily petted and stroked.

"Nova, what's wrong?" Chloe asked.

"Nothing..." I patted my ear. I wondered if I was just too tired, hearing things. A cat talking, and in my boyfriend's voice?

I continued to clean the living room. Chloe didn't offer to help; instead, she unwrapped a cat treat and fed it to Lucky, who was clinging to her.

"Chloe is so good to me; she's feeding me treats again!"

The voice came again. I gasped, turning to stare at Lucky.

"Once Chloe's stable in her job and gets a foothold in this city, I'm ditching that repulsive woman!"

My grip tightened sharply on a glass shard I'd just picked up. The sharp pain in my palm told me this wasn't a dream. I could hear the cat talking, and this cat... seemed to be my boyfriend.

Why would my boyfriend turn into a cat?

Baffled, I decided to call Daniel to confirm. But first, I needed to deal with my hand.

"Nova, why are you so clumsy!" Seeing my bleeding hand, Chloe rushed over, Lucky still cradled in her arms, looking genuinely concerned.

"It's nothing, just a minor cut." A minor cut that hardly compares to the feeling of an arrow piercing my heart, the endless ache and fury.

I focused on dressing my wound, trying hard to maintain a calm expression.

Lucky. "Serves her right!"