I, the little cat, am a substitute for others who are starving and thin

Origami took out his phone and took a picture of Yimi's face. "What kind of pot do you like?"

I'm considering whether to take this little thing as a hostage to Mr. Murasame and hand over the man with one hand and the cat with the other.

"Pot?" Yimi looked up at her in confusion.

"..."

In the end, I took the child to buy a cake and deliberately chose a store with lower prices.

If it is not a custom cake, there are usually many ready-made ones on the counter. But as soon as Yimi arrived at the store, she would lean on the counter and stand on tiptoe to watch people making cakes, because she knew that it is better to teach a man to fish than to give him a fish.

She wanted to learn, but Yimi didn't know what to use to make cakes, and she hadn't been taught the basic cooking skills.

"What flavor do you want?" Origami looked down at her.

"I want them all."

Origami nodded. "One kids' meal... two kids' meals, please."

She wants to eat it herself too.

"Okay." The clerk packed the items with a smile and took out a small toy from the backstage and handed it to Yimi: "Here you go, this is a gift for children under 12 years old."

"Oh?"

Yimi reached out and took it.

After all, it's a gift toy, so of course it can't be that good, just an ordinary clockwork dog.

Dislike, the cat only likes golden retrievers (Uncle Nuomi's breed).

The little girl held up the clockwork dog to Origami: "This is for you."

"I do not need."

"For you." The kitten stood on tiptoe and raised it higher.

"...Thank you." He accepted it reluctantly.

The outgoing shop assistant laughed out loud: "Are you two siblings? You really look alike."

"No."

"Ah? No, I'm sorry..."

Origami looked down at the kid wearing a baseball cap. He had the same white hair and blue eyes, but there was a small tuft of black in his hair, and his eyes had faint vertical pupils.

Suddenly, a dangerous thought popped into her mind. The spirits sealed by Shizhi would eventually appear by her side, and the last spirit to be with Shizhi was the white light spirit she hated...

Shizhi's introduction at the time was very perfunctory. The identity of "distant cousin" itself was an extremely perfunctory introduction. This child had never been seen next to Shizhi before.

Another strong guess is that the little girl's hair is the same white as the light...

"Hiss--" This was the sound of Yimi tearing open the package.

Origami stiffly suppressed the suspicion in her eyes: "Don't you want to take it home and eat it?"

Yimi took a look at the three cakes, took out one and kept two, and replied nonsensically: "The rest are for mom and grandma."

Yimi is a smart little cat. As mentioned before, she has never eaten anything sweet before, and she couldn’t taste her mother’s cakes before.

She knew that this must be because there were no real desserts in her hometown, so she wanted to leave two cakes and take them back for her mother and grandmother to try.

"..."

Yes, this is Mr. Murasame’s daughter. I forgot this.

Origami pinched her brows, feeling that she was being too nervous.

You can't blame her. She finally got a cat to heal herself, but she happened to run into such an unscrupulous teacher.

Origami began to dislike the little girl in front of him again, but saw that his hand was directly grabbed by Yimi.

Place it on the top of your head, then actively turn your head and rub it to complete the head-patting ritual.

Now you can eat it with confidence.

wrong.

The kitten bit its thumb nail and suddenly remembered that it had just given Origami a toy, which should have offset the other party's feeding behavior.

She stood on tiptoe: "Lower your head."

Origami did as she was told doubtfully, and then Yimi touched her head.

The kitten withdrew a pat on the head.jpg

Can't figure it out.

"Now give me back the cat."

Yimi rolled her eyes and said, "Go to the tube and see, the cat is right there."

"That's better." Origami took her hand.

But Yimi suddenly turned around and rushed out when she was not prepared. Her short legs ran so fast that she disappeared in front of her in the blink of an eye.

Origami's fists hardened.

Yimi didn't deliberately trick her. Maomao didn't understand why she was so persistent in looking for herself, nor did she understand why 'Grandma (fake)' first let her go and then let her go back to stay with 'the person who doesn't get anything for free'. But she also didn't forget that Shizhi and Grandma (fake) had warned her twice not to expose herself.

After putting the small cake back into the storage space, she turned back into a cat and jumped into the pipe in the sand and lay down, quietly waiting for a stable source of food to come to her. This process took longer than she had imagined.

Origami didn't come over until she was about to fall asleep.

"GunGun, you're actually here..." Origami waved at her.

"Meow." Yimi walked over consciously and jumped into her arms.

After holding her and looking at her for a long time, Origami walked towards home.

It's so weird. It's so weird that he's actually lying here. Is it a coincidence?

When passing by a telephone pole, Yimi saw the reason why Origami came to see her so late.

There was a missing person notice with a photo of the person figure he had just folded facing her on it.

"My daughter is missing. If I find her, I will give her a generous reward. Phone number: ... (Murasame Reine's phone number)"

Chapter 28: Cats Are Good, People Are Bad

"In the coming days, there will be orange-level rainstorms in Tiangong City. Local residents are advised to keep their doors and windows closed..."

"Cat Diary: Thursday, cloudy.

The weather has been very bad these days.

Because of the prank of the missing person notice, Teacher Lingyin called me to the office and criticized me, but I never handed GunGun over to the care of an unscrupulous teacher again.

During class, I would put the cat bag at the back of the classroom. A classmate who loved to sleep in the back row (I can’t remember his name) would occasionally take out some sausages and squeeze them into the space between the cat bags. After class, I would take Gungun out for a walk, but I still had to avoid the dean of studies.

But GunGun is too lazy. He won’t even go out after unzipping his pants. No wonder he grew so fat when he was wandering around.

Closing the notebook, Origami looked at Yimi, who was lying on the table with her four paws hidden while watching TV, and secretly took out the pet nail clippers.

Trimming a cat's nails is a very dangerous act. Maybe it's because cats will resist others removing their weapons, or maybe they feel that trimming their nails is hurting themselves? Origami doesn't know the specifics, she's not a cat.

A little trick I found online said to wrap the cat in a net bag and hang it somewhere, and then trim its nails while it can't struggle.

Origami took out the net bag he got after opening the express delivery, and walked towards Yimi with a pair of nail clippers in his other hand.

Yimi moved her ears and saw the cat-specific nail clippers in Origami's hand.

"Meow." He sat up gracefully and handed his left paw to her, as if he was meeting a servant who was waiting to serve him.

"..."

Origami pinched her paw and cut it without any trouble, then saw the cat handed her a different paw.

It is certain that this cat definitely had an owner before.

The girl took out her phone and replied to the post that taught people how to cut cat nails: No, the cat will actively cooperate with you to cut

This triggered an inexplicable quarrel.

The cat actively cooperates with nail clipping and performs very well, so it should be rewarded.

Origami took out a watermelon and patted it. Even though it was summer, watermelon was so expensive (in Japan) that she rarely bought any. She lived alone anyway, so there was no need to entertain guests.

After cutting the watermelon to reveal the flesh which was not that red, she deliberately cut it into bite-sized pieces and placed them in a small pet bowl and pushed them to Yimi.

"Meow?"

Yimi looked alert, sniffing left and right, and took a tentative bite.

"Meow!"

Sweet!

She had seen this before, but had never eaten it. Every time she got close to it to smell it, her grandmother would hold her away and tell her that it was spicy and she couldn't eat it!

Because cats can't eat too much watermelon, it may make their fur sticky.

Origami, who was a cat owner for the first time, realized this. Even though she had deliberately picked a cat that was easy to bite, she still had to hold Yimi down and carefully wipe the cat's mouth five minutes later.

Speaking of poop scoopers...

The girl looked at the litter box she had set up the day before. It was empty. Perhaps she had taken care of it at school, perhaps with teacher Reine Murasame?

Origami thought about Lingyin bringing a cat to the office, and the kitten marked a spot on Lingyin's textbook, and Lingyin angrily drove the kitten away.

But I haven't seen it these days. Its round body can't be filled with... I have to find time to take GunGun to the pet hospital for a check-up.

Today, AST still has not notified her of her reinstatement. Perhaps she has been forgotten in some corner.

Perhaps the lack of space quakes in recent days hadn't put AST under any pressure. While this was a bit of boasting, she believed she was at least an indispensable and important member of her team; otherwise, she wouldn't have been promoted to Staff Sergeant at such a young age.

The girl lay on the bed, raised the family photo on the bedside table in front of her, and stared at it quietly for a while.

Can the power to divert harm away really be defeated?

"Meow." Yimi jumped onto the bed and lay beside her and called out.

I'm hungry, but I only ate watermelon and haven't had any rice yet.

"Are you comforting me?" Origami rubbed her head.

"Meow?"

"These are my parents." Origami showed the photo to the cat. "I will avenge them."

"Meow."

"...Thank you." Origami rested her chin on the cat's head, "Now you are the only one with me."

I fell asleep early while holding it.

The cat didn't move and let her hold it until Origami fell into a deep sleep and her strength gradually weakened, then she crawled out.

The kitten felt that the big cat who had been feeding him for a week needed comfort.

Yimi is a kind cat who knows how to repay kindness, but having eaten too much bran, she also knows how terrible dead mice are.

After thinking about it, Yimi walked out of the room.

……

Origami was awakened by something moving around in her bed. Because Yimi liked to jump onto the bed these past two days, she had already developed a habit of doing this to the second creature.

She turned on the small desk lamp and lifted the quilt to take a look.

Two live mice.

The culprit lay at the head of the bed, staring at her motionlessly.

"..."

A dead mouse is a bad thing, but a live mouse is a fun toy.

"Cat Diary, Thursday, cloudy.

Extension: Remember to throw away that drilled cushion that won’t open when you go to school tomorrow, so it doesn’t interfere with playing with the cat.

Cats want to comfort people, cats are good

People who don't accept comfort and hit the cat are bad.