I had never been to a pet shop because Pa said they stink.

He has a sensitive nose—just like Sis.

Instead, I'd sit at my aunt's house and wait for the neighborhood stray cats to invite themselves in.

One day, a cat strolled into my aunt's house and gracefully sprawled out on the floor.

I walked closer and stared at it.

The cat didn't move away, so I kept staring.

Cat's thoughts: What is this birdbrain human doing? Doesn't she have anything better to do than stare at me? I know I'm gorgeous, but this is getting weird. I want to move, but this spot is perfect for sunbathing…

The cat turned its head and our eyes met.

For some reason, the cat flinched.

Cat's thoughts: This human is kinda scary. I better move away while I still can…

Before it could escape, I made some random gibberish sounds.

Me: @£%#&@>×^&*

The cat leaped up in shock and bolted.

Cat's thoughts: What nonsense is this human spewing?! Who cares?! Just run!

For the next few days, the cat didn't come back.I was sad.

Then I remembered—

Me (thinking back): Hey, what's your name? My name is Sae. My family calls me BBQ Bun, though. Let's be friends!

I gasped.

Me (horrified): Is it because it doesn't like BBQ buns?! Is that why it left?!

I sank into despair.