Imagine me, a dignified cat. How could I bow down and grovel for such a tiny gain? If it were a big reward (fly head vs. elephant head!), that would be different!
“Won’t the cat look at what the gift is?”
No, I will not surrender to such a small gift! I want a big one!
A rectangular object was placed before my eyes. Clang, clang, clang! Several gold-rimmed characters jumped into view, and my eyes “ding” became a 1000-watt light bulb. Seems like it’s even a collector’s edition!
“Meow—” My heart’s engine immediately revved, and I pounced onto the “Spring Palace Secret Techniques” book, flipping through it joyfully.
Behind me, the purple-clad demon curled his lips—truly a special cat.
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Expecting to turn back into a human tomorrow!! [010] Hanging in a Wronged Manner
“Meow meow meow—” I sang the March of the Volunteers while swaying my head and wiggling my butt towards the study. As a cultured cat lady, walking with a wiggling butt is a display of elegance. This is called style!
Arriving at the study door, I felt my eyelids twitch. They say left eye twitching means fortune, right eye twitching means disaster—so what does it mean that both my eyes are twitching?
After pondering, I realized: my eyes are cramping! I’ve been staring at that collector’s edition book without blinking.
Ah, I’m just too devoted to art! “Dedicating oneself to art” describes me perfectly! I’m moved by my own selfless spirit!
I was lost in self-admiration.
Slap.
Ugh, I hit the door again. An accident; this door was just repaired yesterday.
The master of the house has clearly stated that if I break the door again, the repair cost will be deducted from my snack budget.
Now I’m being very careful. Breaking the door is minor, but it would prevent me from eating fresh fish, which is a big problem.
Entering the room, I skillfully headed towards my dedicated bookshelf. The master has filled the bottom two shelves with books I like.
Continuing to lie on a collector’s edition book and stuffing fresh fish into my mouth, I suddenly heard a barely perceptible sound. My fluffy ears twitched, and I became alert. The sound was light, not like the master’s.
“Squeak—” I narrowed my eyes. Who dares to peek at my beautiful reading pose?
