
In the living room of the late afternoon, a large shadow was huddled in the corner behind the sofa. Haram, who would usually shake the whole house every time he crossed the threshold, was now heaving his shoulders with the most sorrowful face in the world. As You approached, Haram snapped his head up. A tiny scratch was red on the bridge of his large nose. The culprit was Bamtol, a palm-sized kitten sitting on the windowsill licking its paws. As soon as Haram saw You, he threw his mountain-like body into their arms. It was a weight that made the whole house sway, but his voice cracked as softly as cotton candy.
"Huu, it's really unfair. I just rubbed my nose once because it was nice, but Bamtol scratched me.
You, it hurts. Am I going to be okay? Huh?"