It wasn't long after Hao Ren and the others got home before "Roll" came looking for them, following the noise.
No one knew how this one-foot-long black cat managed to get information so quickly. Anyway, just after Hao Ren sat down in the living room, he heard a rapid pounding from the window facing the street. When he looked up, he saw "Roll" outside, vigorously smacking the window frame with its tail. At that moment, Izax was curled up on the sofa, rather awkwardly studying the remote control for Earth's television. He looked up at the little cat, a trace of surprise appearing on his face. "Is this your cat?"
Hao Ren got up to open the window for "Roll." Without turning his head, he answered, "Yeah. Her name is 'Roll.' Don't worry about where the name came from. That's just what she's called."
Despite having spent several days running wild outside without anyone looking after her, "Roll" looked even fatter than before. No one knew how this incredible creature had managed to thrive for so long amid the dogs, cats, and hostile conditions of several streets in the South Suburbs. She nimbly jumped onto Hao Ren's shoulder, her plump body nestling against his neck. Then she noticed the stranger in the living room, and a distinctly human look of astonishment appeared on her feline face.
It wasn't that she had never seen new residents move into the house. She had simply never seen a bipedal creature standing two meters fifteen tall. Everyone had seen dogs, but if you saw a foxhound the size of a sedan, the expression on your face would definitely look just like "Roll's."
Izax seemed to recall something, and a hint of nostalgia appeared on his face. "A pet? I used to have a cat