The smell near the trash cans was awful.
The air was sour, thick with the stench of rotting food scraps.
Garbage nobody wanted lay everywhere. It was a place no one ever came, since it was hard to find anywhere to set foot. The only edible food in the trash cans that was still relatively fresh was the little bit of kitchen waste someone had just thrown away.
The trash can in front of her was a little closer to the restaurant.
In the cutthroat Cat Realm, the trash cans in this area were coveted territory.
The elderly Tricolor Cat was, at the very least, a demon beast.
She wasn't about to lose to some hotheaded youngsters. With just a hint of the oppressive aura belonging to a demon beast, the nearby stray cats and dogs scattered like frightened birds and beasts.
Cat mother had never stolen anything. From the time her daughter was little, she had taught her to grow up into a kitten who could hold her head high.
Otherwise, with the unfathomable methods at her disposal as a demon beast, living in the Modern Society where most people were ordinary, she wouldn't need to go to all this trouble. She wouldn't need to use Spiritual Power to fight; relying solely on her agility, she could easily steal a whole heap of food.
Cat mother hooked a leftover fish head with her paw.
She picked the fish head up in her mouth and, following a cat's instinct, glanced around.
Once she was sure there were no humans nearby,
she leaped down from the trash can and vanished in a flash at the end of the alley.
The fish head was already a rare delicacy for her.
As she ate the fish bones, Cat mother suddenly thought of her