Ever since Yangyang had completely turned into a little cat, her fighting ability had increased countless times over.
Her method of attack was simple. First, she crouched in front of a hole and poised herself to leap, then plunged both front paws straight inside, like a diver hitting the water. As the mouse struggled, she pulled out a white one, still wriggling in her jaws.
That was a cat's nature.
She even felt a powerful urge to play, wanting to toss the mouse onto the floor and track its path with her eyes, wearing down its strength again and again until it finally gave up, utterly exhausted.
That, too, was a cat's nature.
Yangyang restrained her instincts and didn't torment the mouse. She killed it with a single swipe.
There was more than one mouse in the kitchen.
She didn't let up, patrolling her territory.
Mom's cave abode was her territory, too.
She had to protect Mom's territory as well.
Yangyang locked onto another mouse.
She was having so much fun in the kitchen that she accidentally lost track of the time she was supposed to keep. Even when someone opened the cave abode without a sound, she didn't notice, still battling a wily mouse in the kitchen.
As soon as I walked in, I heard a commotion in the kitchen.
Ever since my cultivation had improved, all five of my senses had become countless times sharper.
Who was in my kitchen?
Was it Yangyang?
But I couldn't sense Yangyang's presence.
I tightened my grip on a dagger and crept into the kitchen.
The scene inside made me relax at once.
A cute little white cat was squaring off against a mouse.
I breathed a sigh of relief.
So it was just a little cat I didn't recognize.
Who would've