Another month passed by, I managed to avoid seven detentions and survived three. The first one was when Eagle and Howler snuck into one of the warplanes parked outside. Bee punched me in the gut when I asked her to tell the superiors that I made them do it. The captain and I made a happy reunion and later drowned me. I had also started teaching Muscat some tricks like stay and fetch. Minnie said I was mistaking it for a dog, but I ignored her. As long as I can prove that it's a trained cat, who would argue against it? It had also refused to eat cooked food, so I do covert burglary missions to the kitchen for Muscat's everyday food source at night. It's either piece of meat or a whole fish. Even Minnie doesn't know this.           The second time was when Reaper, Barrel

I opened my eyes and turned to the clock on the bedside table. I wasn't surprised to find myself inside my infirmary room. My body's a stiff as stone. I must've slept for a long while now.           I stood up and stared at my hands. Only my thumbs survived the beating. I couldn't help but feel sorry for my little fingers wrapped thoroughly with bandages.           Fran entered the room holding a tray topped with a water bottle, a couple of medicine, and a kettle. There was food, too. I smiled at her, and she just sighed. She gave me three tablets of different-looking capsules. I took it and gulped it down with water.      &nb