[Comprehensive British and American] Plague Meow

Natch is walking.

Just like every day.

Damian went back to the Batcave with Batman, and Jason was mixing with human shit all day long, but Naqi didn't like those, but gradually got used to wandering the streets and alleys of Gotham with nothing to do.

This is a dark city.

Natch loves it.

The damp breath and the bitter taste of the sea surround the whole of Gotham.

The cat yawned.

"kitten."

Someone yelled.

Natch didn't respond, and normally wouldn't call it.

After all, it squats so high, is so small, and is sufficiently concealed. Except for those birds and bats that like to fly around the roof under the night sky, it is impossible for ordinary people to find it.

"Little black cat, a little black cat wearing a cloak." The man described it more accurately.

Ma'am, sweet and dangerous voice, and calling myself.

Naqi turned his head, curling his tail warily.

It was a lady wearing a cat-ear hood, a bit like Batman's outfit, but it was tighter, showing a bumpy figure. The whole person was like a black rose in the abyss, charming and dangerous, with a sharp edge breath.

Natch turned his head back and looked at each other.

It remembers the lady, and occasionally she's going to chase Batman, or be chased by Batman.

Jason also often engages in this game of chase with his brothers, and Damian recently joined the "Batman camp", so, maybe, this lady is one of their gang?

Natch was not sure, and he didn't bother to think too much. He curled his tail and slipped through the lady's fingers.

No one can keep a cat that is determined to go.

Ms. Selena AKA Catwoman Kyle looked at her fingertips regretfully, and licked the sharp blade on it.

The so-called cat-catching is just a game of trying to attract it into the trap willingly.

Attracting cats couldn't be easier for Catwoman.

Meet again next time.

She sat on the top of the tall building, and Naqi strolled on the wall below.

"Nach, that's your name, isn't it?"

Natch looked up and saw the lady sitting under the moonlight.

The little black cat didn't say a word, but the catwoman knew very well that it was tacitly acquiescing, so the lady fell down and stepped lightly on the narrow footing on the wall, still a long way away from the little black cat.

So Naqi didn't leave immediately, but squatted down, as if he wanted to see what this human being was going to do.

The two-legged beast took the initiative to touch porcelain.

Quite rare.

Maybe seeing that it didn't resist, Catwoman got closer again. She squatted down, stretched her body like a cat, and after a lazy waist, she got closer.

Natch was indeed stunned.

For the first time, it knew that Twolegs could do this.

The waist is as soft and powerful as a real cat, and the body is slender, but it has powerful explosive power.

Natch licked the corner of his mouth.

It has noticed that the charm of this lady does not distinguish between species, and it is no wonder that so many cats are attracted to her.

"Meow~"

Natchy whimpered softly, as if asking her if she would take him home.

Catwoman froze.

Needless to say?

Of course, it is "Okay, okay, okay" triple affirmation.

The lady picked up Natch with one arm.

The kitten is really too small, even for a lady's figure, she can easily hold her chest with one hand, and operate the long whip with the other hand, flying between tall buildings with ease.

Maomao narrowed her eyes in the night wind.

The lady slid into the alley with it and pushed it behind the barbed wire.

Through a small window, it entered the room.

Natch saw a bunch of cats.

Feral cats, stray cats, etc.

They have different bloodlines, most of them are mixed and unrecognizable, their expressions are indifferent and fierce, and they are not humane, so they reluctantly put away their sharp claws when facing Catwoman, showing a little bit of intimacy.

Catwoman put Naqi down, and stroked a few stray cats nearby.

There are simple water bowls here, and there are several bags of cat food in the corner as reserves.

Catwoman turned into the simple kitchen and started cooking for the cat.

The cats she takes care of are all stray cats, not of any breed. The advantage is that they are all healthy. Because of the mixed blood, there is almost no genetic genetic disease, and they have been screened by the environment. They are strong individuals after the survival of the fittest.

In other words, you can actually eat anything.

Naqi lay on the window sill, watching Catwoman take out the frozen beef and chicken mixture from the refrigerator, quickly chop it into stuffing, cook it and feed it to the cats in this room.

The cats have already divided their territories and classes, and the strongest will be eaten first.

Naqi, who didn't need to eat or drink at all, watched silently, turning a blind eye to the prying eyes of these cats.

They thought it was just another kitten brought back by Catwoman, maybe it was about to become a member of this place, or it might be beaten away by other members at any time.

Maybe Catwoman thinks so too?

Only Naqi himself knows that it is here to make soy sauce.

When the leading cat had almost finished eating, it licked its mouth reservedly and retreated, only then did the other cats swarm up.

At this time, Catwoman brought out a piece of food from the kitchen alone, and waved at Naqi on the windowsill: "Aren't you coming down to eat something? Baby."

Natch looked down at her and shook his head.

As a kitten who can eat or not, it is really picky.

The catwoman didn't bother, but took out the comb from the storage cabinet and sat down on the sofa. Immediately, a cat who liked to groom jumped up, "meowing" to seek attention, and the catwoman never refused, and began to brush the cat. .

Time passed quickly while stroking, and when Catwoman raised her head again, Naqi was no longer on the windowsill.

She didn't care, and a few more days passed.

He turned to the little black cat again from the wall, held it in his arms, and brought it back to the nest.

Once twice three times.

Natch grew used to the tune.

I am used to being invited back by this lady during the interval of spying on Bat's house, and get along in silence.

Once, Catwoman asked it: "There is an event tonight, are you coming?"

Even indoors, the lady still has bright moonlight in her eyes.

"Meow." Natch agreed.

Today's catwoman did not intend to steal, but came to a gloomy alley.

In front of you is the gate of the abandoned opera house. The iron gate is locked tightly, and the whole building is silent, like an old man in his twilight who has learned to be indifferent to the world.

Naqi raised his head slightly to look towards the opera house, but heard a very small landing sound.

"Nach?" It was Damian.

Damian in Robin's uniform.

"Meow." Naqi called softly as a response.

Damian looked in Catwoman's direction again, and asked angrily, "What are you doing here?"

"I heard from Wildcat that you've been wandering around here recently."

Catwoman was not angry either, she picked up a little cat from nowhere, and stroked it up and down in her hands. The little cat was also very cooperative, purring meekly in her throat.

"What's up with you?"

"Gotham is not your home, little boy." "How about learning how to ask the locals for help?"

Catwoman tilted her head and looked over, like a cat sizing up its prey. Maybe it was because she was in a good mood today, and she was willing to give the young bird a little help.

"The street has already been turned over by your brother two hundred times, and now I can only try another road." She moved her gaze down to the ground, or a deeper place, "That kind of wet, cats can't stand it." no place to go."

sewer.

Damian turned his gaze to the entrance of the sewer.

This small entrance is next to "Mrs. Wayne", indeed, there is this possibility.

Catwoman leaves.

Natch was a little puzzled, this lady, seems to be just to send it over?

The little black cat tilted its head to look at Damian, who happened to be looking at it too.

The eyes of the two sides met.

"Come together." Damian squatted down to pry the drain.

"pat".

"Galala--".

Damian lost his patience and directly smashed the rusted sewer joint, and then pulled the cover up with his bare hands.

Natch: ...

What do humans say?

Does this count as vandalism?

Maomao was puzzled for a moment, Damian had already jumped down, and Naqi didn't think too much about it, and followed him into it.

This section of the sewer was still clean, but the picky cat still disliked it and landed on Damian's head. The newly baked Robin bird raised its head and headed for it.

"Meow?" Why are you wearing that Robin bird's clothes?

While meowing, Natch pulled the brim of Damian's hood, expressing his curiosity about the clothes.

"He's recuperating." Damian snorted, "Besides, I must be my father's assistant."

"..." So you just squeezed people out?

However, Damian's face was taken for granted, which made Naqi not even bother to meow.

Anyway, this is just a chore of human beings, and has nothing to do with it.

Damian flicked on the flashlight.

In the dark, the eyes of feline creatures are more useful. For this little kid who watched Jason grow up with his own eyes, Naqi still had some feelings, so he offered to help.

One person and one cat started searching tirelessly.

They searched for a long time and found nothing, maybe the pearl has been washed away?

Damian didn't know how to spell the word "give up". He didn't mean to stop at all, but increased the search time and began to search along the waterway.

On the way, Catwoman passed by a few times and was basically watching a show.

Some conflicts have occurred among humans again, and Gotham is not peaceful.

Natch occasionally sees Batman chasing Catwoman, or maybe a police car?It finally understood that this lady was a thief, or a strange thief?some type of.

It is wrong to enter other people's houses without other people's permission, this little black cat understands, but at this time it still doesn't quite understand the meaning of "robbing".

Among them, there is no such thing as "property". If you have to say it, your own ability is their greatest asset.

Probably in Little Black Cat's understanding, Catwoman is the type who jumps repeatedly on the edge of "harmful" and "harmless".

All in all, it's complicated.

As a cat, Natch thinks his head hurts and his hair is bald.

Then, Naqi gave up thinking, no matter whether it is "harmful" or "harmless", it is a matter that belongs to human beings, and only human beings have the right to deal with it.

It has nothing to do with it.

So Naqi returned to the lazy mode, and occasionally went to look for pearls with Damian who knows where, and occasionally lay on the wall to watch the jay bird and those little birds pecking at each other. The days are also interesting.

Naqi suddenly remembered something: the cat lady hadn't come to kidnap the cat for many days.

Naqi was a little puzzled, he drilled into the hut along the path he remembered, and found that the place had been completely abandoned, leaving only bare concrete walls.

There are no other cats, and no catwoman.

Naqi looked around and found a piece of paper, which was neither hidden nor conspicuous.

There is a kind of meaning of everything.

Catwoman actually left a note for it.

She left Gotham.

Because Batman is a big pig's hoof.

Most of the cats she raises are local stray cats. Catwoman has never really adopted them, but just gave them a fixed place to feed. Now it is no problem to return to the original life, and the vaccines are complete, so don't worry.

Special ones have been taken away.

She said that she would come back and come to play with Naqi again.

……

This two-legged beast has a personality like a cat, and it just walks away as soon as it says so.

Natch yawned lazily.

At this time, Naqi was not familiar with Batman, and he didn't think he would stay in Gotham for long.

The note is not an agreement, it doesn't care about it at all.

The author has something to say: *Natchy and Selena's little episode.