Chapter 75: The so-called Cat Literature_1

Having established the itinerary, the most pressing matter at hand was to locate the hideout of the vest-clad mouse.

The black cat turned its head, its gaze falling on the forest cat.

Because the fat one had previously smeared some Bai Xian onto it, the forest cat's grotesque injuries on its face and body had completely healed, leaving only a few pink scars. At the moment, this stupid cat was lounging lazily on the ground, gnawing enthusiastically at a large chunk of chicken breast held between its front paws.

Sensing the black cat's gaze, the forest cat jumped up abruptly, all the while crooning in its throat and wagging its tail in a conciliatory manner, much to the black cat's annoyance. The black cat had always thought that tail wagging was a dog's habit. Who knew that among these cats, more than one had picked up this "foreign habit," and flaunted it pretty niftily at that?