Zheng Qing felt he was gradually falling in love with being a cat.
Lying lazily in the warm sunshine, breathing in the scent of grass, lapping up nectar trickling from flowers, and purring as he savored the beauty and ease of life.
When he was hungry, he went to the cafeteria and swiped his card for a chicken drumstick; when he was thirsty, he slipped into the Hundred Herb Garden to lick flower dew; when he was bored, he caught a mouse and beat it up; when he was troubled, he summoned a pack of underlings to rampage through the academy.
No burden of exams, no worries about homework, no hunting team training to fret over, no little shop to run. He could play whack-a-mole in his spare time and smack a kappa now and then.
Of course, things would have been perfect if Little White Cat had a slightly better temper.
At that thought, Black Cat turned to look at Little White Cat lying beside him. He cautiously flicked his tail, tapping her paw with its tip.
Little White Cat lifted one eyelid, glanced at Black Cat, and opened her mouth in an enormous yawn, revealing a mouthful of gleaming white fangs.
Black Cat stiffened, obediently curled up his tail, and retreated to his own half of the territory. Tucking his paws beneath him, he stared resentfully at the distant lake, thinking viciously, A stray cat through and through. No manners at all! She takes over my territory to sunbathe and still has that awful temper. Just you wait until I turn back into a wizard and come back with my spellbook. I'll string you up between the branches with vines and give you a beating.
That was what he thought, but the sunshine was so comfortable that Black