Even after night had fallen and lights shone from every household, "Roll" still hadn't come home.
Hao Ren had already led everyone on a search around the house, checking all the nooks and crannies "Roll" usually loved and even looking in the two trees. Yet there was no sign of that stupid black-and-white cat. At first, everyone had assumed the cat had merely gotten one of its occasional fits and wandered a little farther than usual. But as it grew later and later without a trace of the beast, even Vivian began to worry.
"Do you think something happened to 'Roll'?" Vivian craned her head toward the window. "I heard there've been a lot of dog thieves lately..."
Nangong May didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "But 'Roll' is a cat."
"It's more or less the same thing." Vivian waved her hand. "That guy usually keeps a pretty regular schedule. Why hasn't he come home today?"
Of everyone present, Hao Ren was unexpectedly the calmest. Although he had led the others out to search, he wasn't worried in the slightest that anything had happened to the cat. "Relax. That guy doesn't have many virtues, but he does have an exceptionally tough life. Besides, he was a stray cat. Before coming to our place, he'd spent more than two years roaming around outside. I've always thought that if he suddenly ran off one day and never came back, that would be perfectly normal... Maybe he went off to reminisce about his youth today."
"A cat reminiscing about its youth?" Nangong May looked at Hao Ren strangely. "Why don't you just say he went off to find himself?"
A commotion suddenly arose at the door, followed by several low-pitched barks. Lily hurried over to open it. Through the gap between Lily