The cat kept screaming endlessly in the kitchen: the owner was about to swat him with a rag, but the cat wasn’t crying out for no reason…

The apartment was supposed to be quiet.My sister had left for her two-week vacation that morning, trusting me to stay in her place and look after her orange tabby, Milo. She warned me he was “a bit dramatic,” but I figured that was just typical cat behavior.

By evening, I wasn’t feeling well.

A pounding headache, a blocked nose, chills running through my body. By nightfall, my fever had spiked, and all I wanted was to collapse onto the bed and sleep.

That’s when the screaming started.

Not a soft meow.
Not a hungry chirp.

It was a full-blown, desperate howl coming from the kitchen.

“Milo… please…” I muttered, dragging myself out of bed.

I filled his food bowl, poured fresh water, and even gave him a few treats. He ate calmly, tail flicking, eyes relaxed. Problem solved — or so I thought.

The moment I lay back down, the screaming returned.Louder.

I stumbled back to the kitchen. More food. More water. Cleaned the litter box. Gave him attention.Nothing seemed wrong.

Yet every time I tried to rest, Milo screamed like something terrible was happening.