"Boss, take me away from here."
Uesugi Sakura sat on the sofa in the cat shop, and it's hard to imagine this sentence was said by a chunky, round-headed British Shorthair blue cat.
This guy was currently sprawled on his lap, exposing its belly, with all four paws facing upwards, clawing at the air.
As if deliberately being cute, or perhaps it's just its nature.
"Meow~ (Boss, boss.)"
Uesugi Sakura had given up thinking, not to mention why he could understand the cat's speech, what did this guy mean by constantly biting his clothes.
Uesugi Sakura directly reached out and grabbed the scruff of this British Shorthair blue cat, lifting it up.
The blue cat drooped its head dejectedly, its copper eyes spiritedly staring at him, yet its paws seemed powerless, its entire body hanging limply like it had given up resistance, and it let out a:
"Meow~ (Boss, you're so strong.)"
