Purely Accidental - Chapter 83
Chapter 83 [Extra 1]
Shanshan was a Ragdoll cat.
Beautiful, elegant, well-behaved and clingy—like a little fairy, the sole recipient of her family's affection.
Until one day, the poop-scooper brought home a golden-haired Afghan hound from outside.
Bright, silky fur, a slender figure, and a face like a supermodel's.
Truly the Brigitte Lin of dogs.
The little kitten was curious yet afraid of this unfamiliar creature.
So she stood on the sofa, ears folded back, cautiously poking out her head with wide sapphire-blue eyes to observe the elegant dog sitting by the door.
The poop-scooper was chatting with friends.
Shanshan heard them call this Afghan hound: Xiao Jing.
Such a simple name clashed starkly with her refined appearance.
Shanshan couldn't even muster the energy to complain.
After all, she had almost been named "Three-Three" because the poop-scooper claimed that extremes meet—simplicity at its peak becomes sophistication.
Then she saw Xiao Jing move slowly, her deep, dark eyes turning toward her.
Her expression seemed to smile, yet not quite.
Shanshan froze.
In that instant, a terribly clichéd feeling bubbled up in her heart.
It felt like they'd met somewhere before.
Just then, a cool breeze blew in through the door.
Shanshan watched as the wind threaded through Xiao Jing's delicate fur like a comb, smoothing it into glossy perfection.
—As sleek as a commercial shoot.
Shanshan's airplane ears instantly perked up.
So beautiful.
She thought.
Xiao Jing was prettier than all the Huskies, Samoyeds, Corgis, Shiba Inus, Poodles, Tibetan Mastiffs... every dog she'd ever seen combined!
Who cares where they might have met—Xiao Jing was a friend she absolutely had to make!
Xiao Jing sat motionless.
She saw a kitten... wagging its tail at her.
—This was the most beautiful Ragdoll cat she'd ever seen.
The hunting dog genes in her blood stirred.
Without thinking, she pounced.
"Ah! Shanshan!"
"Meow—!"
Shanshan had her tail fur stepped on.
And got licked all over her face.
This was one enthusiastic friend.
She thought, lying belly-up.
Xiao Jing was promptly scolded by the poop-scooper.
Xiao Jing began following the poop-scooper to familiarize herself with the house.
Shanshan, her fur thoroughly mussed by licks, lay in her bed grooming herself meticulously.
A refined Ragdoll would never be sloppy—once her fur was neat again, she'd be the prettiest treasure in the whole neighborhood!
Oh wait, this spot here needs a bit more...
...
That night, after the poop-scooper fell asleep, Shanshan finally had a chance to seek out Xiao Jing.
She slipped out of the bedroom, her fluffy tail held high, sauntering leisurely through the spacious house.
Until she found the elegant hound.
Like her, Xiao Jing was still awake, lounging casually in her bed, tail swaying rhythmically.
As if waiting for her.
Shanshan stopped at a distance, not entirely letting her guard down.
Then she raised a pink paw.
"Hello, my name is—"
"Shanshan."
Xiao Jing answered first.
"Heard it earlier today."
She saw the kitten wagging its tail again.
Even more enthusiastically this time.
Shanshan was delighted: "From now on, we're family!"
"Family?" Xiao Jing said softly.
Shanshan: "...Family of cats and dogs!"
Xiao Jing: "So?"
Shanshan: "So can we be friends?"
Xiao Jing: "..."
"Do you remember you just said we're 'family'?"
"..."
"You're the most pedantic dog I've ever met."
Shanshan awkwardly lowered her paw: "Don't sweat the small stuff!"
"I just want to be friends with you."
Xiao Jing asked why.
Shanshan's ears twitched: "Because from the moment I saw you, I felt like we'd met before!"
"Do you feel it too?"
Xiao Jing gazed at her quietly.
After a pause.
"Do you know how many dogs have used that line on me?"
Shanshan's ears shot up, paws flailing.
"I'm a cat!"
"A female one!"
Xiao Jing was unfazed: "Pick-up lines have no gender barrier."
Shanshan: "..."
Couldn't argue with that.
Her ears drooped slowly.
That sense of familiarity must have been her imagination after all...
Ahhh how embarrassing, and she'd actually blurted it out like an idiot!
Then her dejected little ears were gently lifted by a paw.
"Little kitten, I didn't say 'no.'"
This cat before her was only half her height—truly a little kitten.
And that sense of familiarity—she felt it too.
As if they'd known each other long ago, more than just having met... she could even tolerate this cat boldly entering her territory.
Hearing this, Shanshan's ears perked up joyfully, her eyes sparkling, reflecting Xiao Jing's image.
As elegant and composed as royalty.
She couldn't look away.
Oh my, my meowing gods.
How could there be such a beautiful dog in this world...
Then she got licked by Xiao Jing again.
Like a gesture of goodwill.
"Go to sleep now, little kitten."
Shanshan immediately scampered off on all fours.
Xiao Jing watched her go, sighing imperceptibly before settling down to rest.
But before she could close her eyes, she saw the fluffy little kitten struggling to drag her oversized bed over—
—And placing it right beside the dog bed.
Utterly baffled: "?"
Then the kitten lifted her head, sapphire eyes bright, declaring cheerfully: "You must be scared since you're new here. I'll sleep with you so you won't be afraid!"
Xiao Jing: "..."
If only she remembered she was a hunting dog...
"Oh, right!"
"I don't sleep at night. If you get scared, just call me anytime—I'll protect you!"
Shanshan flattened her bed and curled up, then continued gazing at her with sparkling eyes.
"..."
Clearly didn't remember at all.
"Understood. Thank you."
—Also the most irresistible Ragdoll she'd ever met.
...
The next morning, the poop-scooper found them sleeping together.
She immediately picked up the just-fallen-asleep Shanshan for an enthusiastic sniffing session.
"Oh my, when did you two get so close?"
"Aww baby, you really are our neighborhood's social butterfly! Mom's so proud!"
"You even dragged your bed over? Wait till tomorrow—Mom's sending you to school!"
"First, let Mom give you kisses—"
Shanshan, having stood guard all night for her new friend, was now exhausted and couldn't handle the poop-scooper's antics.
So she desperately pawed at the poop-scooper's face, meowing as she jumped down, circled on the floor, then burrowed into her bed to curl up and nap.
The poop-scooper crouched by the cat bed with a doting smile, then said to the quiet Xiao Jing: "Shanshan's adorable, right?"
Xiao Jing didn't respond.
The poop-scooper stroked her ears, murmuring: "You two fairies must get along well, okay?"
Xiao Jing looked at the kitten who even slept like a little fairy, then lowered her head to gently nuzzle her.
The poop-scooper nearly teared up from maternal emotion.
......
Shanshan adored her stunningly beautiful dog friend, spending the entire month sleeping with her, doing everything together, even bringing her favorite toys to share.
She even tried teaching her to play with the automatic cat teaser.
"Look, Xiao Jing, it's super easy."
She stood by the spring-loaded teaser, full of enthusiasm.
Xiao Jing sat elegantly on the sofa, turning her gaze at the sound.
Not wanting to block the view, Shanshan circled halfway to face her directly.
Took a deep breath, lifted her front paws, and gave it a swat—
Xiao Jing watched as the teaser swung away.
Then rebounded straight into the kitten's face.
Like a slapstick comedy.
Xiao Jing: "..."
Shanshan, caught off guard, toppled backward.
A soft, white puddle of cat sprawled on the floor like a tiny rug.
Xiao Jing: "..."
Silly cat.
...Adorably silly.
No wonder the poop-scooper loved her so much.
But who wouldn't?
Shanshan scrambled up awkwardly, only for a large shadow to suddenly loom over her.
The Afghan hound's tall, slender frame enveloped her like a silently resurrected demon king about to make a lucky kitten her appetizer.
Shanshan's airplane ears reappeared.
Then her face was nuzzled.
"Did it hurt?" Xiao Jing asked.
The affection and concern startled Shanshan, stirring a strange joy in her heart: "Nope."
—Then she got licked again.
Shanshan: "..."
This enthusiastic dog friend really loved licking her.
"Stop licking, you're messing up my fur again!"
"Xiao Jing!"
"—Meowr!"
She returned to her bed with disheveled fur once more.
Another day of a refined Ragdoll striving to stay refined.
But also a day their bond grew stronger.
Even if her fur kept getting mussed... she didn't dislike this dog friend.
What ill intentions could a dog have? She just wanted to groom her cat.
......
The next day, Xiao Jing accidentally got locked in the garden.
The poop-scooper wasn't home.
Xiao Jing sat gracefully by the door, watching the frantic cat inside.
Shanshan paced anxiously, her bushy tail swishing wildly.
Then she turned to find the locked-out dog calmer than she was.
Hopping off the sofa, she sauntered over to ask why she wasn't worried.
Xiao Jing was serene: "Worrying won't help."
"Can you pick locks?"
Shanshan said no: "I've only opened doors."
She glanced at the lock.
It wasn't complicated—just a knob, not even requiring a key.
After a thoughtful pause, she looked at Xiao Jing: "But for you, I'll try!"
With that, Xiao Jing saw her brace against the doorknob.
A blur of white flashed by.
Xiao Jing looked up to see her front paws gripping the knob while her hind legs struggled to turn it.
A moment later.
*Click*.
The lock opened.
Xiao Jing watched as the door swung ajar, the cat still clinging to the knob, half her body dangling.
Yet she cheerfully urged her inside.
Xiao Jing entered, sat down, and observed the Ragdoll jumping off.
Shanshan nudged the door shut with her head, then pranced around excitedly, circling her proudly: "Xiao Jing, wasn't I amazing?"
She could pick locks now!
She'd saved doggy Xiao Jing!
She was incredible!!
Dizzy from her antics, Xiao Jing gently pressed a paw to her head, calming her into sitting properly.
Shanshan beamed up at her, gem-like eyes as dazzling as ever, her fluffy tail wagging nonstop.
—Awaiting praise.
She was unbearably cute—no arguments.
Xiao Jing's heart softened, countless realizations tangling within until one truth emerged.
So she leaned down and kissed the kitten.
"Thank you."
"Shanshan."
Shanshan's heart skipped a beat.
As if every flower in the world had bloomed in her tiny heart at once—fervent, flawless, overwhelming.
Oh no.
My meowing gods.
I think I've fallen for a dog.
......
This cross-species romance struck too suddenly, leaving her unprepared.
Unsure how the other felt.
Afraid that if discovered, their friendship would end.
So that night, she picked up her bed to return to her old spot and cool off.
Only to be stopped by Xiao Jing's paw.
Then dragged bodily back into the other bed.
"Where are you going?" the beautiful dog asked.
For the first time as a cat, she felt guilty—more than when she'd broken the poop-scooper's cup!
"You've been here a month now, surely you're not scared anymore. I should go back to my own spot..."
"What if I said I am scared?"
The soft words brushed her ears.
Shanshan immediately sat up, bewildered: "What?"
Xiao Jing gazed at her silently before nuzzling her cheek.
"Don't go, Shanshan."
"Stay with me."
"I'm scared."
She was showing vulnerability, seeking reliance.
Pitiable and utterly endearing.
Shanshan's love and protective instincts swelled instantly.
No, she couldn't leave—Xiao Jing needed her now.
Protecting pretty Xiao Jing was a cat's duty!
She stood up resolutely, wrapping her paws around Xiao Jing's head for a nuzzle: "Don't be scared, I'll stay with you."
Unseen by her, Xiao Jing smiled.
...
Shanshan noticed the dog growing closer to her lately.
And realized her own feelings deepening too.
But who knew what the dog thought about cross-species romance?
Oh, meowing gods!
Why had she fallen for a dog?!
And they were both females!
This troubled her.
Yet the dog's affection also delighted her.
This inner conflict lasted days until she decided to consult her feline friends.
So one day when the poop-scooper took Xiao Jing for grooming, she slipped into the garden for a neighborhood cat meeting.
They gathered, meowing animatedly.
"Your house got a dog now? Is she scary? I never see her on walks."
"Cats and dogs are eternal enemies!"
"Say that again and our neighborhood's Husky will start crying."
"When can we visit again? We haven't played in ages—Ragdoll bro misses you!"
Feeling the conversation derailing, Shanshan cleared her throat: "Let me meow a few words."
"First: My dog is super, super, super pretty and not scary."
"Second: I've fallen for her..."
Silence.
Then an orange tabby asked: "Does she like you back?"
Shanshan flopped down dejectedly: "No idea. If I knew, I wouldn't be asking you all..."
The cats exchanged glances.
Then a calico declared: "No moping! It's just a dog! If we cats can conquer humans, what's one puppy?"
Like a spark to tinder, enthusiasm ignited.
"Yeah!"
"Cats rule the world!"
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"The ultimate truth—meow meow meow—"
Shanshan's ears perked up, inspired.
They were right—if cats could enslave humans, surely one dog was no challenge!
She could do this!
The cats offered advice—some from their own flirtation tactics, others from human TV dramas, or hearsay.
A Siamese demonstrated while explaining: "Try acting coquettishly more, like this."
She sidled up, hugging Shanshan while nuzzling her, looking utterly endearing.
"With your cuteness, she won't resist!"
Xiao Jing, returning home, instantly darkened at the sight.
Ignoring the startled cats, she marched over and carried Shanshan away in her mouth.
Shanshan noticed: "Oh, you're back!"
Waving at her friends: "Bye, see you next time!"
The cats: "..."
"That's the Brigitte Lin of dogs, huh?"
...
Xiao Jing deposited Shanshan deep inside her bed, as if guarding against theft.
Then lay down, asking: "Who were they?"
Shanshan rolled over innocently: "My cat friends! They said they never see you on walks."
Xiao Jing narrowed her eyes, resting a paw on her: "They'll see me tonight."
"You're coming with me."
Shanshan: "Where?"
Xiao Jing: "Walk."
Shanshan: "Oh."
Silence.
Shanshan peeked at the dog.
Her fur was sleeker than before their outing, radiating vitality—only her poised elegance remained unchanged.
—The type who'd have many suitors.
Though she'd mentioned having no shortage of admirers...
Shanshan licked her paw.
I wonder... if she'd want a cat admirer?
Wanted to ask, but lacked courage.
Earlier bravado was one thing—facing the actual dog was another...
Xiao Jing watched her focused grooming, countless questions unspoken.
Do you like any cats?
Could you like a dog?
Would you mind if they were the same gender?
...
But none were voiced.
How could such questions be asked so easily?
Never imagined she'd face cross-species dilemmas one day.
*Ding-dong*—the doorbell rang.
Shanshan dashed to check.
The Corgi's owners had arrived.
With their two little Corgis.
The poop-scoopers had planned a gaming night.
The Corgi owner first admired Xiao Jing.
Praised her beauty.
Then petted the irresistibly soft Shanshan.
The Corgis grinned at Shanshan—old friends.
Seeing them circle Shanshan, Xiao Jing hatched a plan to extract intel about the silly cat.
The poop-scoopers set out pet food before gaming.
Shanshan played with the female Corgi nearby.
Xiao Jing glanced at them, then at the male Corgi eating intently.
She pushed her bowl forward: "Puppy, want some? You can have mine."
The Corgi, touched by canine kindness, nodded eagerly.
Xiao Jing: "But answer a few questions first."
The Corgi sat obediently: "Ask away, sis!"
Pleased by his compliance, she began: "Does Shanshan have a boyfriend?"
Head shake.
"Girlfriend?"
Another shake.
"Does she like any cats or... dogs?"
This time, the Corgi smiled: "Dunno."
Xiao Jing slid the bowl over.
The Corgi, deeming her a saint, recalled something: "But I know Manman's Ragdoll brother likes Shanshan! They'd make a perfect pair—both Ragdolls!"
"..."
Xiao Jing withdrew the bowl, expression icy.
"No food for you."
Daring to ship her cat with another right to her face? Over her dead body.
The Corgi chomped air: "???"
Where's the canine solidarity?!
......
Evening walks required leashes.
Shanshan, unaccustomed to outings, fidgeted with her collar, then noticed the dog's calm demeanor.
The black collar accentuated her slender neck like an accessory, enhancing her beauty.
Especially since the poop-scooper had tied her head fur into a ponytail on a whim, making her even more striking.
The type you'd instantly call "hey, wifey."
Shanshan barely resisted the urge.
The poop-scooper wanted to accessorize the cat too, rummaging for supplies.
Seizing the moment, Xiao Jing picked up her leash and approached.
Then bent down, offering it to Shanshan—an invitation.
To lead her.
To control her.
To claim her.
—She felt thoroughly seduced by a dog.
But now or never!
So when the poop-scooper returned, she found the cat holding the dog's leash, ready to walk her.
Bizarrely... fitting.
She immediately snapped a photo.
"Good job, baby—such managerial skills."
"Just wait—Mom's sending you to Tsinghua tomorrow!"
"Or do you prefer Peking University?"
Shanshan: "..."
Xiao Jing: "..."
The poop-scooper was dreaming again.
...
She allowed Shanshan to hold Xiao Jing's leash when alone.
Shanshan pranced proudly, steps light as air.
As if she weren't holding a leash but her girlfriend's hand—a torch of hope!
Xiao Jing followed leisurely, watching her radiant eyes, recalling the Corgi's words.
—Manman's Ragdoll brother likes Shanshan! They'd make a perfect pair—both Ragdolls!
A sense of crisis emerged.
No. Absolutely not.
Her cat was too popular—if she didn't act now, someone else would steal her!
She had to ask. Regardless of the answer.
—A brave hound never retreats.
After two neighborhood laps, the tired poop-scooper sat on a bench, scrolling her phone.
Shanshan and Xiao Jing settled beside her.
Remembering the Siamese's advice, Shanshan snuggled up, nuzzling cutely.
Xiao Jing reciprocated by nuzzling her head.
Hope blossomed!
Then Xiao Jing asked: "Shanshan, do you like Manman's Ragdoll brother?"
Shanshan: "?"
"Nope."
"Any Ragdoll sisters?"
"Nope."
"Other cat breeds?"
"Nope."
"Then..."
A pause, tentative.
"Me?"
Two simple yet profound words, laden with cautious affection.
Shanshan looked up, shocked yet thrilled, hardly daring to believe it: "You'd like a cat?!"
Xiao Jing sighed softly, gaze tender: "Pick-up lines have no gender barrier—neither does love."
"Would Shanshan like me?"
Upon hearing this, Shanshan spun in circles, nearly launching herself skyward to spell out her joy with cat-shaped fireworks!
This was what dreams coming true felt like!
"I do!"
"I really like Xiao Jing!!"
Reciprocated affection was life's sweetest joy.
Overcome with happiness, she misstepped—
With Xiao Jing's alarmed cry, she "splat"-ed off the bench—
—And jolted Pei Youshan awake.
Her eyes flew open as she touched her face, realizing it had all been a dream.
Yet every detail felt vividly real.
Especially that Afghan hound—undoubtedly her Mrs. Pei!
Beside her, Xu Jingshu had also woken, thoroughly inspecting her limbs for injuries before pulling her close.
"What's wrong?" Pei Youshan murmured.
Xu Jingshu whispered: "Dreamt you were a cat who fell off a bench."
Pei Youshan laughed: "I dreamt of you too—wouldn't let me attend cat meetings, just carried me off!"
They locked eyes, silently marveling at sharing the same dream before smiling.
Some mysteries were simply destined.
No wonder they'd felt that inexplicable familiarity—deeper than mere acquaintance.
Pei Youshan hugged her neck, kissing her lips: "Mrs. Pei loves me so much—even in dreams."
Xu Jingshu smiled tenderly: "Because my Shanshan is the best—loving you in reality isn't enough; I have to love you in dreams too."
Heart thoroughly melted, Pei Youshan snuggled back to sleep.
Perhaps the dream would continue.
Another cat meeting.
Another confession to that beautiful dog—
I love you, always will.
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