It turned out that the Golden Apple could pour wisdom into a silly cat, but it couldn't pour knowledge into her—when a cat gained human intelligence while retaining feline cognition, the sparks produced by the collision between the worldviews of two species were enough to blind a dog. After discovering that she could handle going to the bathroom and no longer needed litter, a shocking fact struck her still-not-too-bright mind:
I don't need litter anymore.
Thus, "the one who scoops my poop" had lost its reason to exist.
Hao Ren was as good as dead.
This bizarre three-step deduction scared the idiot silly on the spot.
The silly cat hugged Hao Ren's pant leg and cried while wiping away her tears. An ordinary cat definitely wouldn't react this way: its intelligence and emotional complexity meant it could never develop so many feelings for its owner. An ordinary human wouldn't react this way either, because anyone with even a remotely sound worldview wouldn't seriously believe that the words "the one who scoops my poop" were meant literally. Yet an ordinary cat demon had taken the matter seriously and was genuinely grieving. Her emotions were just complex enough to understand the intimate relationship between herself and her owner, while her cognition was just simple enough not to understand how humans made a living.
After figuring out Roll's logic, Hao Ren didn't know whether to laugh or cry. His first impulse was to grab the silly cat by the scruff and swing her around a couple more times, but after hesitating for a moment, he pressed down on her head and began explaining slowly, trying his best to make her understand what a complicated creature humans were, and that changing his cat's litter was merely an insignificant part of human life... Life absolutely