The day is coming to an end and Catherine wake up slowly. For decades, the damp air in the basement, always after she opened her eyes, burrowed into her nasal cavity. The smell was nothing, she was used to it, but she always smelled it when she woke up. She lives in a small room in the basement of an abandoned house. At first, some homeless people lived here, so there was some furniture; some of the walls were still pasted with some shabby wallpaper, and sometimes the rustling of insects could be heard through them. When he finally woke up, Catherine stretched out like a cat and sat on the mattress. She doesn't know what will happen today or what she will do. She didn't need to worry about her thirst for blood now, because she had just gone hunting last night and could spend a few days in peace. Looking slightly to the left, she saw that she was not alone-there was a cat beside her, staring closely at her. Catherine loved cats more than anyone else in the world, and she trusted them. She has met countless cats in her life, and she will live for 500 years. Catherine never gave them names, because then their bonds would deepen and their separation would be more painful. The cat, standing on its paws, stretched out, as Catherine had a minute before, and walked towards her. "You and I are alike," said Catherine, standing up too. "It's getting dark, and a new day is coming. Come on, it's time to go out." Then they went out together......
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