This...
It was clear that Red Dragon had been startled for a moment.
He naturally recognized that iconic meow, but how could there be a cat in the safe?
That was really pushing the limits of his imagination!
If it had been a specimen or something, that would have seemed a little more reasonable.
And throughout the whole process just now, it hadn't made a sound. It had simply waited while the two of them picked the lock.
Amid his confusion, Red Dragon didn't rush to do anything. He turned and glanced at Fu Qian.
"About ten pounds."
Fu Qian immediately caught his meaning and gave a perfectly serious assessment.
How had the focus shifted to its weight?
The answer was clearly beyond Red Dragon's expectations, and the air fell rather silent for a moment.
"Taking into account its classic black-and-white coat and eye color, I'd estimate it was born about a year ago."
Fu Qian had never kept a cat, dog, or other small animal. For one thing, he wasn't interested in that sort of thing. For another, the money he used to spend on food for himself in a day probably wouldn't have been enough to fill this one up halfway with cat food.
His knowledge of the weight and age curve of a cow cat like this one mainly came from the wisdom of the elderly residents in his neighborhood.
As mentioned before, those retirees liked to sit and chat on the neighborhood benches. Since many of their children didn't live nearby, they'd chosen to keep cats and dogs for company, and had considerable experience with them.
As an unemployed idler, Fu Qian didn't often join in, but he'd picked up quite a bit just by being around them.
"What else?"
Fu Qian's analysis prompted Red