I've got a bit of bad luck, having transmigrated into a cat.
I'm currently the pet of a young miss from a wealthy and powerful family, living a shut-in, decadent life.
I don't smoke or drink, and live a regular lifestyle.
My daily hobbies are training the young miss, bullying stupid dogs, and ordering around cat slaves.
I've got the golden fingers of a transmigrator, and they work quite well - I'm very satisfied.
I thought this kind of situation would continue for a long time, but I never expected that one day my little young miss would suddenly point at me and yell "Transform for me!"
