85 The Zoo

Elizabeth's jaw dropped as Zhao Yao concluded his proposal.

"Seriously?"

Matcha's response was far more dramatic. He had gotten to his feet and climbed into their line of sight, ears folded flat against his head.

"Zhao Yao, you're the only one to see my potential," he marveled, pawing his transformed ears gently, "From now on, my name is George Matcha! I hail from an exotic line of Scottish Fold crossbreeds. I disguise myself as a domestic tabby to evade detection and attention."

"Idiot," Elizabeth muttered, glancing at Matcha one more time before returning to grooming herself.

Zhao Yao could not help but took a look at Matcha as well.

"This silly cat sure recovers quickly," he mused, "He should be able to entertain customers tomorrow."

Soon, he pulled over at a parking lot a distance away from the zoo. He would rather trek there then get caught trespassing again. Elizabeth and Matcha were in the cat carrier that sat on his shoulders.