My Superpowered Cat and Me: From Nine-to-Fiver to Multi-Millionaire

It was a sunny Saturday morning as Zhao Yao walked down the road, heading towards the neutering appointment... for his cat. In the pet carrier he was holding was an orange tabby, a common Chinese garden cat. Its head, back, and limbs were covered with layers of yellow and orange stripes. The chest and belly had a fluffy patch of white fur, while the tips of its paws were also white. People often said that these "snow-tipped white gloves" had a mesmerizing effect on girls, controlling their brainwaves and making them exclaim, "Aww~~!" Despite being a male cat, Mocha had large, soft eyes and a rather feminine appearance. At this moment, the cat was howling at the top of its lungs, attracting more attention than Zhao Yao had ever experienced. Most domestic cats are extremely home-bound, rarely wanting to leave the house. For them, moving or going outside was terrifying. Zhao Yao kept trying to comfort his anxious pet. … Meanwhile, in the Earth's outer atmosphere, a dim meteor slowly streaked across the sky, heading toward China. Its surface shimmered with a strange light, seemingly releasing some sort of rays into the surrounding space. … At the Star Pet Hospital, Zhao Yao placed the pet carrier on the counter. "Neutering for a male cat. I have a reservation under the name Zhao." The young receptionist nurse glanced at the records and handed him a medical card. "Looks like you haven’t been here before. Could you please fill out this information?" Owner: Zhao Yao Pet Name: Mocha Breed: Garden Cat Age: 12 months Contact Info: 15XXXXXXXXX After filling out the medical card, the nurse opened the carrier and began examining Mocha. "Aww~~," she exclaimed. "Such adorable white gloves!" She gently stroked Mocha and prepared to take him for a weigh-in. … In the outer atmosphere, the meteor continued its path over China, now heading toward the Pacific Ocean. As it passed, many cats shuddered, their eyes briefly flashing with the same mysterious light radiating from the meteor. … Suddenly, Mocha bolted, struggling free and dashing toward the hospital door. The nurse let out a startled cry, and Zhao Yao lunged forward to catch him. Zhao Yao was too slow, though, managing only to grab Mocha’s tail. With its tail grabbed, Mocha hissed and instinctively turned to bite Zhao Yao, a reflex typical of felines. The cat was lightning fast, sinking its teeth into Zhao Yao’s hand, leaving a deep cut. Zhao Yao winced in pain and immediately let go. Perhaps realizing it had done something wrong, Mocha didn’t run any further. Instead, he curled up, anxiously looking at Zhao Yao. Zhao Yao, now holding Mocha, angrily said, "Stupid cat, what’s with the biting? You trying to rebel?" Mocha’s eyes suddenly flashed with a strange gleam, and the blood that had stained its teeth vanished. Zhao Yao felt a sudden dizziness and looked down at his hand to check the wound, only to freeze in disbelief—his hand was perfectly smooth, with no sign of injury or blood. The nurse took the cat from him, soothing it. "It’s okay, Mocha. Just relax, you’ll be fine." She placed Mocha on the scale and then onto the operating table. "Meow!!!!!!!!" The cry Zhao Yao heard wasn’t just an ordinary cat's meow—it was transformed into comprehensible words: "Don’t cut me! It’ll hurt! Meow!" Zhao Yao, pointing at Mocha in shock, exclaimed, "This... this... the cat just spoke!" The nurse, looking at Zhao Yao with confusion, asked, "Mr. Zhao, are you okay?" "Didn’t you hear that?" Zhao Yao urgently said. "It... it spoke!" The nurse frowned, giving Zhao Yao an even more puzzled look. "Can you understand me, meow?" "Take me home!" "I’m scared, meow!" Zhao Yao's jaw dropped as he looked between the unbothered nurse, who was still comforting Mocha, and the talking cat. "You can understand what I’m saying?" "I can, I can! Take me home, please! Meow!" The nurse glanced at Zhao Yao, her expression growing more and more skeptical as she observed him talking to the cat. Zhao Yao, realizing that his bleeding hand was now perfectly healed and that the cat was begging not to have its surgery, knew that something strange and unbelievable was happening. He decided to leave the hospital immediately to figure out what was going on. Ignoring the nurse’s bewildered gaze, Zhao Yao quickly scooped Mocha back into the carrier and rushed out of the hospital. … Back in his small apartment, Mocha immediately relaxed in familiar surroundings. He lay on the coffee table, licking his white paws, his eyes narrowing in contentment. Grooming was a natural and soothing behavior for cats. Zhao Yao, meanwhile, stared intently at Mocha, unsure what to make of the situation. He cautiously asked, "Can you still talk?" Mocha raised his head, his furry face filled with innocence. Staring at Zhao Yao with big, round eyes, he meowed, "Yes, of course I can!" Standing up, he eagerly added, "Do you want to play a game with me?" "Uh... maybe later." Zhao Yao scratched his head, feeling a bit lost. "When did you learn to talk?" Mocha thought for a moment, then meowed, "It was when I bit you earlier. Suddenly, my mind felt a lot clearer, and I realized I could talk to you." Looking at the innocent expression on Mocha’s face, Zhao Yao couldn’t help but feel strange. Mocha, oblivious to the oddness of the situation, jumped into Zhao Yao’s lap, nuzzling him with his head and sweetly saying, "Let’s play a game together!" Seeing his cat talking like a five-year-old child, Zhao Yao couldn’t help but smile. He gently petted Mocha’s head, and the cat purred contentedly. "Come to think of it, you’re only about a year old—still a kitten. It’s like you’re a child, and this... well, it’s not so bad," Zhao Yao mused. … One month later, at 9 p.m. Zhao Yao came home, exhausted, and collapsed on the sofa after a long day of work. His apartment was small, only about 30 square meters, but it was well-furnished. Previously a newlywed couple’s home, it was close to his office, allowing Zhao Yao to avoid the city’s notorious traffic. Despite the high rent, Zhao Yao was happy with his living situation. As he lay there, Mocha crept up beside him, nuzzling his arm affectionately. Zhao Yao chuckled, petting the cat’s head as Mocha purred with pleasure. Suddenly, Mocha pushed Zhao Yao’s phone across the sofa toward him.