696 695. The Great Harvest Festival

Crunch!

Crunch!

Crrr—unch!

"What are you eating?" Sylvester looked at his personal furball sitting near the window in his office room. 

"Nyothing." Miraj ignored it and began to munch sneakily. But still, the sounds were loud. 

Sylvester glared at the cat and walked over. He could feel Miraj being on alert and not chewing anymore. The furball also hid something under his body right then. 

"I… I smell something," Sylvester sniffed the air. "It's like… You greedy cat!" 

"Nyoooo~" Miraj meowed. "It's my cookie! Big Mum gave it to me!" 

"She probably asked you to share it with me." Sylvester tried to move Miraj. "Don't be greedy and give me some." 

Crunch! Crunch! Crunch!

Miraj tried to eat quickly and gulp it all down. "It's mine!" 

"You know honey cookies are my favorite. So give me some." Sylvester nudged him, shoving his hand into the cat's mouth so he couldn't eat anymore.