Ch. 16 A Benevolent Cat (1)
âBow Meow~?â Si-yul sang.
ââ¦â
âHey, pretty Bow Meow?â
It was obvious that he was making fun of me. When he was bored, he would pretend to flirt with me like he was Casanova.
I never wanted to respond to that name. That was tantamount to accepting it.
âYour owner thinks the nameâs well-suited for you,â Si-yul said.
âUghâ¦â
âHis naming sense is just as good as his face. Heâs such a great owner, isnât he?â
âGak! Go away! I hate you!â I spat angrily at him. However, the wretched vet only clutched his stomach and laughed.
I groaned inwardly. A name like Kitty or a Butterfly would have been a million times better than this.
I adamantly remained in the middle of my metal cage. I hated my name, and I hated this cage disguised as a prison. Admittedly it was clean, but it was too cold, and scary, and lonely, and the place held the odor of tears and slobber from the anxious crying of animals.
A whole week in this place without Tae-il?
âHey, you look grumpy, donât you?â Si-yul observed.
ââ¦I donât like it here.â
âBut you have to stay here as a cat, Iâm afraid.â
âIt smells.â
I didnât mention how the barking, crying, eating, and chattering of the animals on my upper and lower compartments squeezed oppressively on my human mind. Especially since I could sense the loneliness and distress in the cries of the animals.
Then there was the smell. This body had enhanced ears and nose, and it only made the experience that much worse.
I sullenly asked Si-yul when the deadline was.
âDo you want me to take you to my home tonight?â Si-yul replied.
ââ¦What?â
âIâll bring you back here tomorrow morning.â
It was so, so very tempting. It would be a nightmare to stay in this cage all night.
However, I had no faith that my limbs would be kept intact. If I slept in front of Si-yul, he might dissect meâ
âNo!â I yelled.
He shrugged. âAlright.â
Si-yul turned his heel and disappeared without regret. A soft cry escaped my mouth, but how could I fall asleep inside the enemyâs house?
I clung onto my stubbornness.
***
I pressed my paws against my ears, but I could not block out the distressed cries of dogs whining for their owners, nor the overwhelming smell of all the animals. Despite my efforts, I did not get a wink of sleep all night.
Sticking someone in a cage all day was clearly an act of torture. Come to think of it, you went to jail for committing a crime. What had I done to deserve this? Life inside the metal cage was too much for a human intelligence to handle.
I endured two agonizing nights of it. There were still five days left.
I looked around my prison. I had tasted the sweet comforts of civilization before, and the yearning for it was driving me crazy. Should I ask Si-yul to tuck me into a soft bed?
No, no, no, I couldnât forget what a dangerous man he was!
I had to get myself under control. I was making excuses for being an animal, and I couldnât afford to let my guard down.
âMr. Kang, what do we do if this cat wonât eat? Itâs the third day.â
On the third morning of my stay, a young nurse turned on the lights and started to distribute the food. When she came to my cage, she studied me worriedly and called for Si-yul.
Of course, I hadnât touched any of what they had given me. At Tae-ilâs house, my method was to pretend to eat and then simply dispose the kibble down the toilet.
The nurse frowned. âShe doesnât drink water, either.â
While the other animals cried loudly for their owners, I simply closed my mouth and kept silent. Although the cage had ample space for me to stretch and jump, I had barely moved from my position.
âYou can leave her,â Si-yul said. âSheâs just grumpy because her owner isnât here.â
âBut sir, some pets die of starvation because they think their owner has left them.â
âSheâs not that kind of cat. She knows her owner wouldnât leave her behind on purpose.â
âHuh?â The nurse looked on confusedly.
âSheâs a smart cat, and sheâs doing it on purpose,â Si-yul assured her. You donât have to worry while Iâm in charge. Iâll keep an eye on her.â
Since Si-yul knew that I didnât have to eat, he was indifferent to my hunger strike. However, when there were no other nurses around, he would often come to ask me questions, like whether I could understand what other animals said or felt.
âJust about,â I replied in answer to his question.
âSo you hear their language?â
âUm, no. I feel an emotion, like my feelings.â
âAh. Interesting.â
He would usually come around when there were no other employees, just before the clinicâs opening or close.
âDo you want to go to my house today?â he asked again.
âNo.â
I did not trust Si-yul yet.
***
The clinic was idle all day, and Si-yul opened the door of my cage with a click.
âYou can come out.â
ââ¦Why?â I asked skeptically.
âYouâre not going to run away, are you? Youâre welcome to stay in my examination room in the meantime.â
That was very good news. Come to think of it, I had seen some dogs and cats frolic freely in the clinic. Si-yul seemed to think it was no problem to let me out too, considering my intelligence.
Indeed, being outside the metal cage was far less stressful.
âUnyaaa!â (Aaaah!)
Having been locked up in the cage for three days, I stretched luxuriously as soon as Si-yul dropped me on the examination table. I could feel my strength return to me, and a delicious shiver ran from my shoulders to my back to the tip of my tail.
âYouâre feeling good?â Si-yul asked.
âNyang.â (Mmm.)
I started licking the back of my paw. Grooming myself from the smells of other animals was part of the latent animal instinct in this catâs body.
âItâs alright for today because Iâm in charge, but not tomorrow,â Si-yul informed me.
âNyang, nyang.â (Okay, okay.)
âI need you to sit quietly in my office. Can you do that?â
Sitting quietly was still torture for me, but it was better than a cage, and so I nodded.
I found a corner of the room to settle in. Meanwhile, other pet owners who came in and out of the exam room showed interest in me and asked Si-yul why I was released.
âSheâs a very nice, black kitty,â he would explain, and then continue his consultation. I had nothing else to do but to watch this doctor with a sigh. Although Si-yul was an unfavorable opponent for a talking cat, I was surprised to see that he was a very good doctor.
âDoctor! What are we going to do with Carrie? Her foot keeps bleedingâ¦â
âAh, her toenail is broken. Iâll need to pull it.â
âWhat?! Then anesthesiaâ¦â
âIf itâs broken like this, itâs better to just pull it out. Itâs better not to use anesthesia in this situation.â
His style of treatment wasâ¦rather spartan, in my own opinion, and he suggested as simple and clear a treatment as possible. If someone wanted something unnecessary, he would shake his head and say there was no need to spend a superfluous amount of money.
In the most tragic circumstance, he recommended euthanasia instead of treatment. Although he appeared heartless when he did so, it wasnât because he didnât have any humanity. It was the exact opposite, in fact.
I held my breath in the corner and watched as Si-yul spoke to an owner.
âYou have to consider euthanasia seriously. If you repeat the operation, your pet will only suffer more. Although your pet canât speak, he will be in incredible pain. Truth be told, itâs impossible for him to recover anymore. I suggest making the best decision for your pet.â
The pet owner struck him on the cheek for daring to suggest such a thing.
After everyone had left, I watched Si-yul with rare curiosity, my tail waving in the air. I couldnât help but want to satisfy my inquisitiveness.
âWhy did you become a veterinarian?â I asked.
Being a veterinarian meant that he liked animals, but then he recommended euthanasia and got slapped for it. Kang Si-yul was an unusual person to me, but it was apparent that he was guided by what he thought was right.
âNow youâre the one asking me questions,â he said teasingly.
â⦠if you donât want to answer me, hmph!â
I was embarrassed that he saw through me so clearly, and I pretended I wasnât interested in him anymore and turned my head away.
However, Si-yul shared his story as if he found my interest
âMy entire family is made up of doctors. My father is a surgeon, my mother is a neurologist, my brother is a plastic surgeon, and my sister is a dentist. â
âSo theyâre all elite,â I said, awed. âWhy are you the only vet?â
âThatâs right. Iâm the only one out of five.â
ââ¦Wouldnât it be better to save people? â
No matter how much I thought of it, there was not as much profit in being a veterinarian. Did he not like to study? I considered it for a moment, but I didnât think he was the type.
The corners of Si-yulâs mouth lifted into a smile as he busied himself disinfecting a thermometer.
âAnimals canât talk. Oh, isnât that supposed to be normal?â
He pointed his chin towards me. I nodded in agreement, knowing that I was an unusual case.
âSo?â
âIt still hurts for them somewhere. But the animals donât know why it hurts, and sometimes people donât take them to the doctor because they canât talk. Itâs the same with babies. Thatâs why the number of pediatricians and veterinarians is decreasing.â
âSo you became a veterinarian? If you were a pediatricianâ¦â
âI weighed my interests. When I was told not to become a vet at home, I just wanted to do it more. Humans are not the only important life.â
Kang Si-yul meticulously organized his station as he spoke. He seemed to be a good person. He kept my secret all this time, even though he was a loathsome person who was mean and laughed at me.
But I didnât think he was a bad guy. Many animals were friendly around him, and their sensitive instincts could sniff out who was trustworthy or not.
Since we had to keep seeing each other anyway, shouldnât we be friends? The thought crossed my mind as I watched him.
We soon became enemies again.