The Gangster's Lucky Cat Chapter 1

When my gangster owner picked me out of a trash can, he asked me, "Do you know what the slogan for stray cats is? Snooze, you lose."

Later, when a gas leak filled his apartment, I used my paw pads to plug his nostrils until he woke up gasping.

He hugged me and cried, "Coal, you really are my lucky charm!"

From then on, he tucked me into his jacket wherever he went, even when he was doing his cringe-worthy street dances.

Until one day, his ex-girlfriend came to get back together. I jumped on the table and meowed, "Meow!"

He froze for three seconds, then suddenly lifted me above his head like Simba. "See that? My daughter says no!"

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I am a noble, long-haired calico.

I was only five months old when my owner picked me up.

Honestly, when he first took me home, I was worried he couldn't afford me.

Thankfully, he just has abstract taste, not an empty wallet.

Litter box, imported kitten food, a cat tree with plush cushions—he had it all.