Because Olivia's life had been, if not a black-and-white photograph, then at least a riot of color and variety, the vast majority of giant cat nests she designed possessed a stream-of-consciousness sort of comfort—perfect for contemplating nature and experiencing the unconventional pain points of the present day.
In plain language: suitable as an NTR hotel, unsuitable as stable housing.
Not to mention a greedy, profit-driven witch with no bottom line like Sister Chu Zi finding it displeasing to the eye.
Even a witch of taste like Eve Harkins felt: You really couldn't live in one. Better leave these houses to the giant cats as suckers.
"Is there anything better?" Chu Yujun asked. Knowing this giant cat nest had been built by Olivia, she chose her words rather politely. "Look, sister, we're all ordinary folk. A fine cat nest like this, meant for sensing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, should be left for fine cats to live in. If Eve and I are each buying property, we definitely want something a little more conventional, right?"
Heaven and earth bear witness, she definitely wasn't saying that because a cat lamp holding a typewriter was squatting atop the portal, nor because that cat had widened its eyes and begun hammering away at the keys.
One had to be careful around cats like this that gathered intelligence.
Eve Harkins, meanwhile, said in a comparatively elegant tone, "If I moved into this godforsaken place Olivia built, the Ghost Giant Cat would probably rise up in protest by the next day."
Clatter.
The typewriter in the typewriting cat's paws fell straight to the ground. It stared, utterly cat-stunned, its whiskers trembling without stop.
Wild. Too wild!
But Harkins had lost the competition now—and had been tricked into losing by the cats, at that—so it