Yangyang was already gripped by the deepest terror. All four paws trembled uncontrollably.
She had no idea what that call just now had meant.
Could it be that she had recognized Yangyang's identity and wanted to release her back into the wild?
She was only a little over a year old!
Yangyang's development was different from that of other cats. She hadn't nearly grown up just because she was one year old.
Now she was nearly a year and a half old, yet she was still very much a kitten.
Seeing that the cat didn't respond to her and only kept trembling,
I secretly sighed. I must have been imagining things.
How could I treat a cat like my daughter?
She'd always been afraid of me. She'd probably only just been born and had never been around humans before.
"Good kitty."
"Who's your owner?"
I held the little cat in my hands, watching her cautious expression.
She was a cat, so naturally she couldn't answer me.
I sighed. Thinking of Yangyang, I finally brought her back with me.
I had her stay on my desk and was just about to prepare dinner.
Suddenly, I heard a sound behind me and turned around instinctively.
The little cat was standing on the edge of the chair, about to jump right off.
I was so startled that my heart felt like it had a piece torn out of it. A fear rising from the depths of my bloodline sent me hurtling over in a single bound. I grabbed the little cat, still shaken, and said, "You little rascal, always doing dangerous th—"
Suddenly, my words cut off.
She was just a little cat I'd happened to come across. Why had I instinctively spoken to her in the tone I used to scold my