"When are you going to wake up!!!"
The Yellow Flower Cat's roar burst forth with the stale breath lodged in its chest, howling out like a hurricane. It rattled the bookstore's doors and windows, and several bookworms that had just crawled out of their books to forage were shredded to pieces by the hurricane's tail.
Yet before the hurricane had traveled five meters from the tabby, it turned into a breeze, obediently curling as it brushed over the Red Clay Teapot atop the little stove and dispersed the wisp of steam that had just emerged from its spout.
Beside the stove, Mr. Wu, who had been dozing, was startled awake by the tabby's roar. He groggily opened his eyes. "What? Is the tea ready? Let it brew a little longer... no hurry, no hurry."
"Tea! Tea! Tea!!"
"Is this the time to be worrying about the teapot?!" The tabby rose onto its hind legs in exasperation. Its tail stood straight behind it like a spear, wildly stabbing through the air. "There's a huge hole in Heavenly Net and Earthly Snare! The little tower on the island in the middle of the lake blew up too! Don't you care at all?!"
Mr. Wu narrowed his eyes again, smacked his lips, pushed up his glasses, and comfortably wriggled his hips on the soft sofa. Muttering as if speaking in a dream, he said:
"If it blew up, it blew up... It's not like it hasn't blown up before. Just rebuild it... The school bought insurance anyway, paying so much every year... As they say... without breaking... yawn... there's no rebuilding..."
As he spoke that last sentence, he let out an enormous yawn. Even the furious tabby standing on the windowsill could not resist yawning along with him, and its tail drooped limply