C1862 Fire Loss Two

"Come on, don't be sad." He wiped the sweat from his forehead. He was depressed, so when he stood up from the ground, he didn't even want to slap the dust off his butt.

On the table, where Cat had just slept, was a long, brown item lying there quietly. It had been pinned down by the Persian cat, so he didn't notice it at first.

It was a recorder