The rustling sound of footsteps.
It was a deep, resonant voice belonging to a middle-aged man.
"She really gave birth to a rare-colored kitten. How could there be a pink-and-white kitten—and a long-haired pink-and-white one at that? She looks just like a born little princess. She already had such fluffy fur the moment she was born. Just look at how beautiful she is."
I could tell that both voices were speaking Cat language.
In other words—meows.
"Kitten's father, come over and take another look. Does she have any other tails?"
"I don't think so. She seems to have only one tail."
"Hmm... Did I see things just now? That shouldn't be possible. Just now... I clearly saw the shadows of many tails." She rubbed her eyes.
"You must have seen wrong. You've just finished giving birth, so it's perfectly normal to feel a little tired."
A slightly shrill voice, tinged with confusion, echoed through the room.
"She really did give birth to a very rare kitten."
"She wasn't even wet and slippery when she was born. I didn't need to lick her fur, either—she was already clean and dry. Look—she's only just been born, yet she's already opened her eyes by herself."
"She's so beautiful. Her eyes are red, and she's even staring at us."
"Little cutie, this is your Cat father, and I'm your Cat mother."
The deep voice from earlier rang out again.
"Have you thought of a name?"
"In the Cat Realm, we usually choose names according to what feels natural. She's so tiny—let's just call her Little Little."
"Not bad. Little Little, that sounds lovely."
"Little Little, Little Little, can you crawl by yourself? Come over here to Daddy. Daddy will play with you."
The scene was blurry.
I couldn't see the forms of the two