It was almost a full-scale war.
Jiang Han thought. She first glanced at the clock—good heavens, it was already two in the morning the next day. Over the question of where to settle the newly acquired territory, the cats had been meowing and howling at one another for four, nearly six hours. Yet there was still no result. Even the craftsman-faction giant cats had tucked away their usual humility, backs bent and chests thrust out, puffed up with anger and angry enough to puff up as they meowed and howled. They were one whisker away from scratching the other cats!
"How about this, how about this."
Cat Nesting's voice was clear and sweet, carrying the lofty arrogance of an aristocratic Cat Lamp as she spoke with proper rises and falls, rather than the grating ups and downs of sarcasm:
"Let the cats have this one, and next time the cats will yield the opportunity to you?"
"Meow-how! Why should you get to go first!"
Cat Carlo clamored.
Cat Carl, the hot-tempered Storm Giant Cat, slammed a paw onto the table.
"You ladies and legitimate-daughter faction want to divide up all the shares! Then what about the cats who have truly contributed to Cat Island?"
Well now, that was a problem too.
Jiang Han rubbed her cat ears with a headache, exchanging a glance with Chen Ligu.
Miss Chen and Jiang Han had already eaten, washed up, watched a Cat Golf match downstairs, then come back up and sat here idly for another hour. These cats were still bickering noisily.
"..."
"Cats, cats!"
Jiang Han raised her voice slightly, suppressing the sound of their argument. With a considerable headache, she said:
"I think even if you argue until the end of the world, you still might not reach a conclusion."
"How