After straying into the world of Meow Meow

"Aji, good boy, let's go play somewhere else first."

After sucking the big master, Lu Lanlan put it aside and continued to organize the things in the box.

Aside from a few naughty cats that jumped into the box from time to time and took out the small toys in the box and ran around, her tidying process was very smooth.

After installing the last large cat cage, Lu Lanlan gently coaxed the hidden Birman cat out from under the sofa, picked it up at the right time, and put it back in the cage it is most familiar with so far .

Fortunately, the Birman cat was more cooperative in this process. When she put it back in the small hammock, it even licked the back of her hand.

Dazai who has been following the woman and looking up at the enemy's situation:!

After putting the canned food and water away, Lu Lanlan who had just closed the cage door felt a weight in her arms: her big master crawled up by hooking her trouser legs.After cuddling firmly in her arms, he turned his head to the Birman cat, which was protruding most of its body.

The Birman cat was taken aback for a moment, pressing the ear of the plane and retreating.

"Azhi." Lu Lanlan's tone was helpless, she raised her hand and rubbed its head, "Don't bully the cat casually."

Dazai Meow licked her lips, and looked down at the place where she was licked by the Birman cat just now.

It stretched out its paw pad and patted it twice before it lowered its head to cover its own scent - not only that, but also sniffed around the side of the woman's neck.

Lu Lanlan, who allowed herself to be her master, looked back at the time and found that it was almost lunch time, so she put the cat on the lazy bean bag, put on an apron and started cooking cat food.

I took a picture of the cats while they were eating, and after lunch, Lu Lanlan was going to go to the store to have a look.

Although I am in a state of sudden wealth for the time being, I don't care about a lot of money - if I become decadent because of this, no matter how much money I have, I will lose it without knowing it.

After all, labor is the most glorious thing.

Before going out, ruaed the cats as usual, Lu Lanlan once again emphasized to them not to squat in groups in front of the cage to frighten the new cats, and then opened the door and left.

The small villa is only 10 minutes away from her dessert shop.Compared with driving, she still enjoys the feeling of measuring the road with her feet.It can make her notice the swaying of flowers and plants on the side of the road, and it can also let her discover the appearance of clouds before they are blown away by the wind.

Well, how about getting a bicycle with a basket on the front?When the weather is nice, take the cat in a basket and take it for a drive around the bay of Naples.

Oh yes, bring those long-haired cats with her—she really wants to see their fur messy in the wind, but their faces look calm and breezy.

She thought wickedly.

When Mistamow regained human consciousness, he found himself locked in a cage.He is now curled up in a small hammock with a bowl of water and cans with the lids open on the backing of the hammock.

Stepping out of the hammock, he leaned over to sniff the cans—tuna and shredded chicken.

It smells okay.

Although he doesn't like this kind of food that looks like a cat, but when he thinks that he has to maintain this form until he returns to his normal form... without too much hesitation, he opened his mouth and started to eat.

The can was half eaten, and when he was about to open the cage door to go out to find Bugarati, he was speechless and found that the cage door was locked tightly—in addition to the lock that came with the cage, there was an extra delicate lock.

It cannot be opened without a key unless it is destroyed by force.

Stretching his claws from the sheath, he swiped at the lock.

Hiss, the paw hurts a bit.

His black eyes sank: This woman's thoughts are really unfathomable.Even if she doesn't have the idea of ​​hurting herself now, just because her substitute can turn him into a cat without a sound, and she can't sense the energy of her own substitute, it also reflects her strength.

With this kind of ability, it's no wonder that even Yangko, which is enthusiastically organized, dares to do it.

Now it is to put him in a cage and confine him to freedom, so what will be the next step?Is it a more cruel method of torture than Yangko?

He thought for a while, and decided to replenish his physical strength before making plans.

After licking the can until it was shiny, and drinking the water in the bowl beside him, he used his paws to wipe away the food residue on his mouth.Will

Looking out of the cage, he saw a gray-white cat lying sideways on a certain floor tile, basking in the sun facing the French windows—wait, if he remembered correctly, the color of Bugarati after turning into a cat is gray and white.

The cat looked very comfortable.Aside from the fact that the other party is in the form of a cat, Bugarati's current state is what he and several other companions expected.

"Buggarati, you should take a break at an appropriate time." This is what they often say to Bugarati.

They are familiar with each other's character, but they want him to think about himself more.

Mista meowed for a while, and couldn't help but meowed over there: "Buggarati."

Bugarati, who was basking in the sun, turned his head and looked at the foreign cat that called out his name—just curious why this cat that he had never seen before called out his name.

It seems that Bucciarati has not recognized him.Thinking of this, Mista sighed.

But Apache, who was temporarily discussing something with Giorno Meow next to the potted plant, turned his face away in shock.

He raised his head and looked at the Birman cat squatting on the upper floor of the cage: "Do you know Bugarati?!"

Mista shook his ears, ignored the aggrieved face of the cat, and replied subconsciously: "Of course I know. But..."

He turned his gaze and found two cats lying next to the potted plants in the distance.He froze for a moment, turned his head mechanically, and looked at Bugarati, who was licking his paws under the sunlight.

and many more? !

One, two, three, there are three cats there, plus myself—so, there are four cats staying in this space at the same time? !

"Ah! If I remember correctly, didn't that woman have seven cats?! Where are the rest? One! Just another one!"

Apache Mew paused just as he was about to take a step, without any hesitation, he spoke in a steady tone: "Mista."

The Birman cat holding its head with its two front paws froze for a moment, then the whole cat stuck to Long Zhiqin, and looked at the aggrieved Garfield cat with its front leg up in disbelief: "Who are you?!"

Apache meowed dead eyes: "Apaki."

After successfully meeting one of his companions, under the impatient introduction of Apache, Mista looked at the newcomer named Giorno Giobana with curious eyes.

"It's actually a newcomer personally recommended by Bugarati..."

There is no gap between the cat’s face and the cage door, Mista Mew looked at it for a while, and then let out a snort as if he had discovered a new world, “If you read correctly, why is it also a cat? Why is the face of the newcomer Giorno so big? ?”

"Or is it too far away for me to see clearly?"

Apache Meow looked indifferent.Walking to the cage, he stretched out his claws and opened the bottom cage door: "Come out and see if you can't see clearly."

After finishing speaking, he turned his head and glanced at Giorno who was following him: "His face is really big."

"Tsk, stupid woman, you can't even lock the cage properly."

"Oh, there is no new lock on the bottom cage door?" Mistamiao's tone became more relaxed.

Walking out of the cage, she stretched out a set of cat-like lazy waist naturally, Mista Meow circled around Giorno Meow several times.

"Hey, newcomer. I'm Gedo Mista. If it's possible, can you tell me why your face is so big?" He said, he did not forget to poke Giorunomiao's cheek a few times. .

Giorno, who had become very calm about this question, pressed down his paw, and said in a steady tone, "Because Miss Lu prefers the act of pinching her face."

Mista Meow let out a very spiritual "Oh~", then turned to look at Apache Meow, who had been staring at the opened cage door, "According to what you said, Apache is often seen by Miss Lu. Did you cry?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, what a vicious woman... Mmm!"

Apache turned around sharply, and mercilessly stretched out its claws to beat Mista in the face.

……

"So..." Mista Meow, whose face was disheveled and whose cheeks were pulled by Garfield's white paws, said with difficulty, "If you want to restore your double ability and normal form, do you want to get in touch with this woman more?"

"Do you still want to gain the favorability of this woman within a certain period of time?"

"Oh! It sounds like a game on the computer! It's much more exciting than Tetris!" Mista's eyes reflected, "Isn't this very simple! Go find her!"

"Tsk, it's not that simple." Apache gave him a cold look, and retracted his claws, "Looking at you, you probably don't know the dangers of today's society."

"You are still an adult who has performed many missions with Buccarati, so your vigilance is so poor?"

Mista: ...I joined the Passionate Organization because I knew this.

At night, until he was held in the bathtub by a woman with rolled-up trousers and forced to take a bath, he didn't really understand what his companion said, "the social evil is not so simple."

Not to mention other things, it takes a lot of work just to protect his cat bell.

The worst thing is not this: it doesn't matter that he is surrounded by cats other than his companions when he is being bathed, since when he tries to escape, the soles of his feet will slip in the bathtub.

Oh, and I was beaten several times by the white Persian cat with its claws.

"Meow meow meow!"

Listening to the fragrant sound coming from the bathroom, Giorno, who had never been in contact with Mista, looked at Apache, who was licking his paws: "Is his personality the excitable type when he was a human? "

"No." Apache's eyes were deep. "To borrow an old saying from the florist, he just doesn't listen to the old man."