"Smart little kitty. But boss, I majored in electrical engineering, not veterinary medicine or zoology—you know that, right?" After sitting there for a while longer, Scott was getting increasingly confused.
If he hadn't been mistaken, his new boss had been discussing simple IQ test questions with a black-footed cat the whole time, things like "sort the following patterns according to a certain rule" or "choose the appropriate pattern to fill in the blank."
The key was that the little cat responded quite quickly. It looked like it really could understand human speech.
If he had guessed correctly, this was some kind of advanced zoological technology. Maybe this adorable little cat was even some kind of Biological Weapon.
But what did that have to do with an electrical engineer like him?
"Of course. But didn't you also figure things out on your own and make a fool of the boss of Vesta Corporation? See, a degree can't tell you what you're suited for, nor can it decide what you'll do."
Harry shrugged. For these main storyline characters destined to become superheroes, a degree was just a scrap of paper.
"This little kitty is called Carlo. Cute, isn't he?"
Scott nodded. He was cute, but Scott still didn't think he was suited to be an animal researcher.
"Black-footed cat. One of the smallest feline species, with a body length of thirty-six to fifty-two centimeters and an average weight of 1.6 kilograms. Yet they can attack lambs four times their size. They're actually ferocious carnivores."
Harry stroked Carlo's fur. The little cat's cognitive and comprehension abilities were already comparable to those of a six- or seven-year-old child, but he still couldn't overcome his instincts very well. Fundamentally, he was still just an unusually clever little cat.
"Meow—" Carlo said something to Harry, then