What's wrong, Master?

My master sometimes looks like they are in pain.
No, it's not just sometimes. They stare off into the distance quite frequently.

Master, it was raining again today, so you are looking outside with a disappointed expression.
It seems my master really loves sunny days.

They say rain isn't so bad, but there is a shadow over them somewhere.
It seems it is always raining in my master's heart.

...

My master spends most of the day at home.
As for me, I couldn't be happier.
Conversely, when my master is away for a long time, it is truly terrifying.

I am left behind in the anxiety of not knowing when they will return.
It is safe, but the trouble is that only my master knows where the food is kept.

The same goes for drinks.
The water that flows from the iron pipe in the bathroom is exceptional.
But only my master knows how to turn it on.

If I give a meow in front of the door, my master opens it smoothly and the water comes out immediately.
After enjoying it for a while, when I am satisfied and leave the door and look back, the water has long since stopped.

My master must be controlling it. What a cheeky master.
I can't help but think they should just leave it on.

...

My master cries often.
I don't know the reason. They just cry suddenly.

Sometimes they cry while staring at a dimly glowing board, and other times they soak the futon while flipping through a stack of papers.
That is my favorite spot, Master.
Isn't it wet and cold?

Sometimes they continue to shed tears as if lingering on the aftertaste.
At times like that, they hold something grand like a large white cloth and cover their face.

I like that big cloth.
So I pounce on it, but sometimes I put too much force into it and end up hitting my master right in the solar plexus.
When that happens, after a strange sound like "gack," the sound of my master laughing brightly rings out.

Well, they are fine, aren't they? I wasted my time worrying.
Master, turn on the water already.

...

My master is frowning again today.
At times like this, they are usually talking to themselves.

Since my master and I are different species, I don't know what they are thinking.
But they are probably thinking about something useless anyway.

"I am different from other people," you say?
As if there are any two people who are the same.
If there were, it would be creepy.

Such thoughts won't put food on the table.
Think about food.

My master is too pretentious.
They give me Churu as a treat, but why not make it three meals of Churu?
They should just be more free and easy about it.

Enjoy the difference, Master.

...Hmm! Is this King Crab flavor this time?
That's good, Master, keep it up.

...

My master often talks to himself.
He holds a strange object made of iron mesh? up to his mouth and speaks happily and cheerfully.

It's like he's a different person.
My master is usually more reticent.
Other than the sweet, coaxing voice he uses when talking to me, he usually only speaks in a dazed, vacant way.

The emptiness of those moments is unbearable.
Is it what they call forced cheerfulness?
My master seems to be a very good actor.

But he often mutters about "masks" and "social skills."
Watching my master lose his true self like that makes me want to cough up a hairball.

Look, just lie down in a sunny spot like this.
Then just say 'meow' or something.
I still don't know what my master is saying, but isn't that better than a voice that sounds like a manufactured fake?

...

My master seems to be a very fearful person.

He often says things like he's terrified of hurting others.

If I recall, there was another human living with my master, but I haven't seen them at all lately.

That one played with me just as much as my master did.
When was that? About two years ago? I don't remember anymore.

My master keeps muttering, "I am the perpetrator."
It's not like he actually devoured anyone.
How long is he going to keep dragging this out?

Besides, the stories my master often tells me feature truly wicked people, don't they?
Compared to them, my master is a small fry among small fries.

So why does he look like he's no longer allowed to be happy?

...

I see, my master seems to be completely possessed by something called guilt.

Well, it's because he's that kind of person that he ended up being caught by someone like me, a Nekomata.
I'm not going to eat him or anything.
Even though I'm a Nekomata, I'm not much different from any other cat.
I just have a bit more thinking power.

Well, you'd better at least bring me some Churu.
I don't know the extent of my master's guilt.

But at the very least, make me happy, Master.

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