The Black Cat had already started drooling. Its eyes were fixed on the can of dried fish, not even blinking.
Drool dripped from its mouth.
It was as if drawn by destiny; it couldn't resist the smell.
It seemed to be etched into its very soul, into its genes!
Catching that scent, it had only one thought: 'Eat it!'
What other thoughts could it possibly have?
"See the perks of having social security and a housing fund now?"
The drooling Black Cat nodded, its eyes glued to the can of fish, already tensed to pounce.
It looked like it wanted to snatch the can in its mouth at any second.
But the next second, the can of fish that held such a fatal attraction for it suddenly... vanished?
The Black Cat grew furious again, its body visibly swelling in size.
"Don't be angry, don't be angry! Listen to me. You really want to eat those dried fish I just bought, don't you?"
"Want to eat."
"I can give them to you, but you have to listen to me, understand?"
