Matcha hung up the phone and buried his head in his stomach. The more he thought, the angrier he became.

He did not sleep that night and was busy for the day. As he pondered, he fell asleep unknowingly.

A series of roars were heard and Matcha opened his eyes in a daze.

"Matcha!"

"Matcha, what're you doing?"

"Wake up!"

Matcha opened his eyes and saw a short and fat version of himself patting him. "Your son's pooing again. Go clean up immediately!"

Matcha turned his head and saw a small orange cat sprawled on the ground. Beside him were lumps of poo.

After cleaning up the floor, Matcha heard another shout. "Matcha! Your son's constipated. Go lick him!"

Matcha retorted, "Why should I lick him?"

"When a kitten's constipated, his parents need to lick them to stimulate his stomach. Don't you know this? What kind of a dad are you?"

Matcha walked over reluctantly.

"Matcha, there's no more milk! Buy some milk for your son!"

"Remember to feed him milk at specific points in time."

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