Chapter 1 You Wouldn't Believe Me If I Told You

Hao Ren didn't react for a moment. In fact, anyone would be stunned to see their cat suddenly transform into a living, breathing human being. Even someone as well-traveled and knowledgeable as Hao Ren was a little bewildered. The cat-girl, suspected to be "Gun," grew impatient after waiting several seconds for food. She raised her voice and shouted again, "Shovel-pooper, food? Food?! Food!!"

Hao Ren pointed at his nose. "What did you call me?"

"Shovel-pooper," the cat-girl glared, rubbing against Hao Ren's pants legs on all fours. "Okay, okay, I rubbed. Can I have food now? Ran around all day, so hungry."

Hao Ren jumped up. "You're really Gun?!"

The cat-girl, upon hearing the word "Gun," responded reflexively as if a switch had been flipped. "Meow?"

"How can you talk... no, how did you become like this?" Hao Ren was a little incoherent, unsure what to ask first. "Did you run out last night to find a place to transform? Did you eat something wrong or what?"

"Gun" lazily yawned, fixated on one thing: "Food."

"All you know is eat, eat, eat!" Hao Ren's forehead veins bulged. Recovering from his initial shock, he realized that even with her changed form, she was still the same silly, gluttonous cat. "Lily, go prepare some cat food for her!"

Lily responded blankly, retrieving Gun's food bowl. However, she hesitated as she was about to hand it to Hao Ren. "Will she still eat cat food in this form?"

Before Hao Ren could answer, "Gun" pounced with lightning speed, snatching her food bowl and happily devouring it. At the same time, she politely thanked, "Thanks, big dumb cat."

Lily: "Woof? But I'm not a cat..."

"Supposedly, in the cat worldview, all creatures are divided into large, medium, and small cats, then further subdivided into cats dumber than themselves and cats more sluggish than themselves," Hao Ren rolled his eyes. "Besides, you secretly eat dog food. Why can't she eat cat food? The cat food we buy for her is more expensive than my crackers."

At this moment, "Gun" looked up at Hao Ren again. "Shovel-pooper, water."

Hao Ren finally realized it was time to fight for his human rights. He jumped up and down, pointing at the stupid cat. "Change that title first! I am your master!"

"Oh, the owner in charge of shoveling poop, I want water."

Hao Ren: "..."

The one human and one cat bickered for a long time, but neither achieved victory. Others also took turns trying to negotiate with "Gun," but she was too busy eating to pay attention to anyone. She maintained a cat's inherent elegance and arrogance—that is, ignoring everyone.

The only progress was that many people now knew Hao Ren's status in this cat's eyes, which was... just a shovel-pooper.

Hao Ren sat dejectedly on the sofa (perhaps influenced by Lily's posture), watching the cat-girl arch and roll lazily on the soft cushion in the distance, using her hands curled into cat paws to wash her face, pulling at her tail, and constantly scratching her ears. He felt a mix of emotions. He sighed. "I thought cat-girls in other stories were supposed to be soft, gentle, understanding, and affectionate towards their owners. How did I end up with this kind of character..."

Before he could finish speaking, "Gun" suddenly jumped up and ran up the stairs, then rushed back down as if she were crazy, running back and forth several times without knowing what she wanted to do. Seeing this, Hao Ren could only look more dejected, while tugging on Nangong Wuyue's sleeve. "Go teach her how to use the toilet... especially how to deal with human clothes."

Vivian patted Hao Ren's shoulder. "I've also read legends and modern stories about cat-girls. To be honest, this style is indeed a bit off, but logically... she's more realistic than those cats in the stories. At least she dislikes clothes like most cats."

"The key issue now is how she became like this," Hao Ren said, covering his face. "Even supernatural phenomena must have a reason. It can't be that a cat suddenly cultivated into a spirit for the sake of the plot—this place isn't some place with outstanding people and abundant resources."

"Strictly speaking, this is indeed a blessed place," Vivian shrugged. "The couplet at the door alone is worth more than twenty South Heaven Gates. But I don't think 'Gun's' change has much to do with the feng shui here."

"Actually, this cat was already a bit abnormal some time ago," Izaax had been silent until now, when he finally interjected in a muffled voice. "When did she start liking to watch TV? And when you adopted her, she didn't have the habit of reading newspapers with you, did she?"

Hao Ren was stunned. "Read newspapers?"

"Yes, read newspapers," Izaax nodded. "Once, I found my newspaper missing, and I saw 'Gun' lying in the stairwell reading it. She was definitely reading the newspaper at that time, not tearing it, because several newspapers were neatly arranged, none of them upside down. But I guess she still can't read—because all the newspapers were turned to the picture pages."

Hao Ren opened his mouth and didn't speak for a long time, slowly recalling the various abnormal changes in "Gun" recently. Since when did she start watching TV, know how to press the remote control, and remember the numbers in the upper right corner of the TV to lock the channel? When the family was eating, she would lie beside the table, pricking up her ears, as if she was paying attention to what others were discussing. She started reading newspapers, studying the structure of doors and windows, and going to the kitchen was no longer to steal crackers, but to see how her food was processed...

All these phenomena had actually been showing for a long time, but because "Gun" was a strange cat from the beginning, and often had erratic behavior, many people in the family didn't pay attention. In addition, Hao Ren had been busy recently dealing with the troubles of the Eldest Son and the Otherworld, so he had not systematically linked these things together—nor was there any warning.

Elizabeth looked around with her beloved screwdriver, finally lowering her head in frustration. "Alas, it's actually worth studying... but there's no place to twist screws."

Who knows how this demon princess's brain works.

"It seems 'Gun's' change started around the New Year," Vivian stroked her chin thoughtfully. "Although she hadn't transformed into a human form at that time, she was obviously becoming enlightened... Should we ask her later?"

"I suddenly feel that communicating with my cat is a bit difficult," Hao Ren sighed. "Didn't you see her reaction just now? A complete bastard cat. I wonder why I didn't feel that way when I took care of her before."

"Language barriers make the relationship between master and pet more harmonious. Through imagination, you will each feel that you are already intimate," Lily grinned, saying something very philosophical. "Many times, the only reason why two people have a pleasant conversation is that they don't understand each other scolding themselves—have you forgotten the first diplomatic encounter in the history of the Campbells?"

Hao Ren sighed. He realized that what Lily said made sense, but he still had to find a way to communicate with his cat... He wondered if small dried fish would work.

At this time, Nangong Wuyue was leading "Gun" leisurely out of the bathroom. The cat-girl walked awkwardly, always unconsciously wanting to lie down on all fours, while Wuyue kept pulling her up.

Walking upright is indeed difficult.

Wuyue had also washed "Gun's" face and straightened her hair, finally turning her into a clean and beautiful girl. Hao Ren noticed that her appearance was slightly like a combination of Lily, Vivian, and Nangong Wuyue, and even had a bit of Becky's eyeliner, and couldn't help but guess whether she had chosen her current appearance based on the people she usually saw: if her transformation was controllable.

"Come over here," Hao Ren patted the sofa armrest, which was where "Gun" usually liked to lie, but soon Hao Ren realized that the situation was different. "Never mind, just find a place to lie down yourself."

"Gun" meowed and gracefully jumped onto the sofa, finding a comfortable position to curl up, continuing to play with her tail, patting her ears, and washing her face with her paws. Seeing this, Hao Ren pointed to her body. "Do you know what you've turned into?"

The cat-girl looked down at her belly, shaking her head. "Turned into a big cat."

"Do you know how you became like this?"

"Don't know."

"Do you know when you became like this?"

"Don't know."

"Do you know who I am?"

"Shovel-pooper."

Hao Ren: "...Okay, let's skip this question. How do you feel now?"

The cat-girl arched back and forth on the sofa, her eyes still a little confused. It seemed she was also confused about the changes that had happened to her, perhaps also a little uneasy. But in the end, she nodded. "No feeling. You all got smaller."

"That's because you got bigger," Hao Ren sighed. "Forget it, it seems you're not very smart after just turning into human form. I guess you can't explain it yourself."