There was chaos, there was screaming, there was panic. As far as I could tell, I was supposed to be in the body on the table, not a kitten, but something obviously went wrong, but it wasn't my fault. I did feel sad, but I didn't particularly want to stay there. There was no way I could let anyone know who I was, or that I was particularly willing to go through this, so I quietly slipped away without anyone noticing. Who could doubt a cat when their god seemed to have abandoned him?
Why am I a cat? Did the goddess Radia mess up something, or was there something wrong with the summoning rituals performed by the people here? Is there a way to return to humanity? Do I still need to complete the entire mission? It will be harder now.
That novelist with cat eyes should know my perspective? With vertical walls and wide peripheral vision, the world has evolved into a vertical, almost 360-degree full perspective. I feel dizzy, as if light is leaking from the corners of my eyes. The colors are much more vivid, and I no longer have the sane vision I had before! And there is a green light mist, haha, my eyes should be colored green. .
My worries temporarily faded as I walked into the city that seemed to be my new home. It's pretty good though. There are many stalls selling familiar and new foods. Some shops even seem to sell magic items, and adventurers seem to be popping in and out! The city is primarily inhabited by humans, probably at least around 85% of the total population. So far I've seen a few elves, a dwarf or two, and a bunch of near-human beings with different animal ears and tails.
All in all, it's a completely unfamiliar place, with new and fantastic things to see everywhere and mysteries to be uncovered around every corner. The world itself operates on a completely different system than the magic, heroes, and multiple races and wildlife I'm used to.
A sight like this could easily inspire anyone with a sense of awe at how small the world used to be.
Now, I was so hungry and tired that I couldn't care less at the moment. Wow, so cool, green scenery. A large place with different cultures and people who come together to form a unique society. Every city is like this.
Magic didn't help either. Absolutely not. I can't do magic, and even if I could, it wouldn't be as convenient as ordering food over the phone.
How do I get food? I couldn't speak and I had no money, so that left me with more unconventional options. Beg, steal from vendors, and forage for your own food. Both stealing and hunting require effort, skill, and experience, things I lack but anyone with less luck can beg for.
I wandered around and came to a busy street. More foot traffic means someone is more likely to take pity on me, right?
I huddled in a small corner under the building, pressed tightly into place. Now I'm much more mobile as a cat and am very comfortable curled up in a spot that's perfectly sized for me. I looked up at the people passing by, hoping that at least someone would notice me and give me some food.
It's been half an hour and no one has pity on me. I was favored by a few people, and a few children saw me pulling on their parents' sleeves and pointing at me excitedly, but no one thought of giving it to the hungry poor. Street cat takes a bite of bread. I put on my best puppy dog eyes (despite the inappropriate name), but the problem was obvious to me. I was just a cat in a somewhat cute position that was completely normal for cats and no one knew I was trying to get food. If I'm going to make this work, I need a logo.
No, I sat agonizingly for half an hour with no results and that taught me a lesson. If I want food, something must have been stolen. Hunting seems much more difficult. If I steal from a restaurant or market stall, it's done with a plan. Simmered to perfection and seasoned with perhaps the best salt and spices. If I go looking for rats, what will I get if there are rats in the world? Unprepared meat, no extra flavor from seasoning, full of disgusting bones and offal, probably less food overall. I touched my head with a white melon and waited pitifully.
No way, I'm going to steal the best steak this city has to offer.
I walked down the street toward the sunset, fighting my growing hunger. Finally, I came to a market I had seen before. Many merchants had left or were cleaning up their stalls, but many stalls were still open. Fresh fruits, mystery books, assorted pies, potions, beautiful clothes and more. But no great steak. That obviously doesn't exist, as does non-gourmet steak, or any cooked meat in general. There is a fishmonger and a butcher there but I came here to avoid eating cold raw meat.
Finally, I decided to go to the bakery. Everything was neatly arranged in baskets on the tablecloth, and there were plenty of warm breads fresh from the oven, so not a single roll or brioche was missed. perhaps.
The baker at the stall now has some bread in the oven. Or I think of the world as an oven. It looks more like a box with some strange patterns on it, similar to runes, and the clear surface shows the dough slowly rising from the outside. Now that the bread inside was almost done, I just had to wait for the baker to turn around and I could put my genius plan into action.
As soon as his back was turned, I jumped up to the table, grabbed a piece of bread, small enough not to be missed but big enough to fill my stomach, and ran away before anyone noticed.
The moment the baker looked into the oven, I moved. I wrapped my hind legs around myself, jumped up like the family cat, and used the springboard to climb to the top of the table, where my front paws landed smoothly.
However, my back paws were still waving wildly in the air below me. Digging her front paws into the tablecloth, she kicked the air desperately, trying to pull herself up. The bakers haven't finished the oven yet, and if I could just stick my back paws into the brie, maybe I could grab some delicious, tempting bread.
I pierced the fabric with my claws. I breathed a sigh of relief and started pushing on my back legs to lift myself up on the table.
Of course, the poor tablecloth quickly slipped off the table, taking me, the basket, and the bread in it with it in a short but swift journey to the ground. A crash, a series of thumps instead of the clanking crash I was expecting.
"Hey!!" The baker's voice sounded, carrying a person's whole day's troubles. I heard the oven shut and footsteps approaching me quickly.
I tried to ignore the pain of falling several times my height onto the stone as I struggled to free myself from the tablecloth that was wrapped around me. The stupid claws pierced it too well. My last paw came out of the fabric with a satisfying little twitch before it was lifted, revealing an angry baker.
The right thing to do in this situation is to take responsibility for my actions, admit that I was in the wrong in trying to steal and destroy everything, and help in any way to compensate for the damage I just caused. Caused.
The right thing to do, though, requires more effort than running away.
I looked up at the baker, my eyes wide and my pupils dilated, with a look of shining innocence that could pierce even the most stone-hearted person. The look in his eyes seemed to say that everything was just a coincidence, he was the purest and most adorable cat of mine, haha. I'm deeply sorry. Please put the rolling pin down.
The baker looked around, the scowl on his face lessening, replaced by sadness at what was wasted. He sighed tiredly, squatted down and scratched my head, and then slowly picked up the scattered bread. It seemed like I was free of the guilt, but I was still hungry. Now that's all going to be thrown away, right? Some things on the ground are just too tempting...
"Oh, you're so good-" the baker's cry trailed off as I ran away with his croissant in my sinful little paws.
