Peacock Battles the Red-Haired Monster

"What should I do?"

Liu Zheng looked at the Calico Cat's back, its fur soft and sleek.

"Damn it, he's gone silent again at the critical moment."

He expressed his deep contempt for the Pond Master.

What do I do if I take my cat out to play and someone else's cat takes a liking to her and wants to mate? Urgent, waiting online.

He screamed inwardly.

Liu Zheng wanted to separate the two of them, but that somehow didn't seem appropriate.

A guest should follow the host's lead. The other party had merely expressed polite admiration.

If he turned hostile over that, how would he be any different from the Fisherman?

"Ahem, actually, Salmon isn't all that great. She loves slacking off when she works, often gets herself filthy while killing fish, and never licks herself clean even when poop gets stuck in her fur."

Liu Zheng hastily came up with an idea.

"Meow meow meow?"

The Calico Cat looked at him in confusion.

"Surely not? Isn't Miss Salmon quite clean?"

the Fool said, blinking.

"It's all an illusion. She only tidies herself up when she goes out to meet people. Once she gets home, she reverts to her true form. Sigh, only a poop-scooper like me can put up with her. Any other cat would probably find her disgustingly dirty and wouldn't even want to help lick her fur."

Liu Zheng said mournfully.

Cats were the opposite of dogs. When dogs licked a companion's fur, it was a sign of affection; when cats licked a companion's fur, it was to establish dominance.

Cats licked each other too, but the one who initiated the grooming was always the higher-ranking one—or at least the one who considered itself the boss.

If no one even wanted to be the boss, that