The Golden Cat was skinny, its fur coarse, and in the dim night light, it appeared utterly miserable.
The Little Golden Cat cautiously looked at them, baring its teeth and making threatening sounds.
"I'm so sorry, this is my cat. It's a bit wild, did it scare you all?"
The owner came over and gently nudged the Little Golden Cat with the tip of his shoe, setting down the lamb bone he was holding, which still had meat clinging to it.
"This cat was brought back by our family's old cat. When it first arrived, it was only the size of a rat, really likes meat, and doesn't touch leftovers or cat food. It's quite good at catching mice; many people in our village have asked me for its kittens."
The owner smiled happily, and a hint of sympathy flickered across Chen Ying's eyes.
"Boss, I guess people from your village can stop hoping."
"Eh? Why?" The owner looked at him, puzzled, "No, this cat, male or female, any kittens are still mine..."
