A sick little kitten walked into my shop... and he chose me.

On what seemed like a normal afternoon, I was busy chatting in my shop, completely unaware that a little kitten had quietly walked into my world and picked me. When I picked up this friendly little guy, I realized his left eye was covered with a white film; he might have been blind. After learning he was abandoned because of his eye, I knew I had to take him to the vet.
The road to recovery was a rollercoaster. The first check-up confirmed his eye could be treated, but we also found out he had a virus and needed three painful shots. What was even more heart-wrenching was that he later became lethargic with a strangely swollen belly. I was consumed with anxiety, terrified he had the incurable Feline Infectious Peritonitis (FIP). I rushed him to a more specialized hospital and after an agonizing wait, the final diagnosis made me want to laugh and cry at the same time—it was a false alarm. I had simply been overfeeding him out of worry.
With a huge weight off my shoulders, I started caring for him meticulously. I named him "Laifu," hoping to bring him health and good fortune, and I gave him his medicine and eye drops myself every day. At first, I kept him at the shop, worried my dog at home would bully him. As Laifu's health improved and his eyes grew brighter, he turned the entire shop into his personal playground with his playful energy.
Once I was sure he was fully recovered, I finally brought him home. I thought my dog would pick on the new kitten, but what I got instead was a plot twist: the tiny cat now bullies the big dog!