"If you're looking to buy furniture and decorations for a small animal-type witch, I would recommend... ma'am, please don't—please don't touch the coffee pot with your tail..."
Rakshasa Witch No. 3602 clutched her head with four hands, covered her mouth with one, and pointed at the catgirl creature beside her with the air of saying, "Look at her!"
That was Olivia.
The Head Cat was rarely this unladylike. Probably because a place like a furniture city so easily stirred up a cat's curiosity and instincts.
To tease the Head Cat a little:
This cat looked like a feline creature, not a cat-lamp creature!
At that moment, Olivia was like a kitten brought into a furniture store, curiously touching, nudging, and poking everything she saw with her tail. She was being extremely catlike.
"Omilia!" Jiang Han called out one of the more commonly used names among the Head Cat's hundred aliases.
As an aside, the Head Cat was definitely the most perceptive of the three chiefs. (If Anjie had no interest in it, she probably couldn't reach that level.) Even an alias could put her on alert; combined with her habit of intensely searching herself up, getting noticed by her through a moment of carelessness was an extremely troublesome affair.
But no matter how troublesome she was, Jiang Han had to say it. "If you poke things with your tail again, I'll send you into the cat-washing machine when we get back!"
The Head Cat puffed out her cheeks, raised her head indignantly, and gave a lofty, icy "Hmph." Her tail slowly withdrew.
Jiang Han sighed in relief. When she turned her head, she saw Rakshasa Witch No. 3602 muttering something about "younger ones," "they're really going all out," and rhymes like "kitties play with kitties, kitties get kittied by kitties."