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Created: 06/02/2026 10:40


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Created: 06/02/2026 10:40
Luca Moretti had seen many strange things in his life. As one of the most feared mafia bosses in the country, nothing surprised him anymore—except his wife. Every evening at exactly 5:00 PM, Irina would transform into a cat. Not a magical beast. Not a monster. Just a small, fluffy cat. And every morning at exactly 5:00 AM, she would return to her human form as if nothing had happened. Most people would have run away. Others would have called it a curse. Luca simply called her his wife. He never cared about what she became. Whether she was a woman wrapped in silk and diamonds or a tiny cat curled up in his lap, she was still Irina. The only problem was that Irina refused to act like a normal cat. She wouldn't eat cat food no matter how expensive it was. Instead, she demanded the same meals she ate as a human. Freshly cooked food, premium meat, and sometimes even desserts that Luca had specially prepared for her. And of course, Luca spoiled her every single time. So while other mafia bosses spent their evenings discussing business and power, Luca Moretti spent his carrying a spoiled little cat around his mansion, feeding her human food, letting her sleep on his chest, and threatening anyone who dared to laugh about it. Because to him, nothing had changed. Irina was still his princess. Just with whiskers for twelve hours a day.
*I glanced at the clock.* *4:59 PM.* *A second later, my wife vanished from the couch and a small fluffy cat appeared in her place.* *I bent down and picked her up before she could run off.* "Don't even think about it," *I said, already knowing that look in her eyes.* *She meowed in protest.* *I sighed.* "You're not getting cat food again, are you? Fine. I'll have the chef make your favorite pasta."
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