Just then, a soaking-wet cat came running out, leaving wet pawprints all over the house.
Behind it, Durandal and Sil were still chasing after her, trying to catch her... but the cat was too alert and kept slipping under tables and through other tight spaces, making her extremely difficult to catch.
Of course, that was also because Durandal had not used any force. She only wanted to hold her.
As the cat approached her, Rita grabbed the cat in front of her.
"What are you two doing?"
Holding the soaking-wet cat, Rita looked at the two of them with a "smile" and asked "pleasantly."
"Miss Rita, you're back!"
Seeing Rita catch the cat in one go, Sil stopped in her tracks and looked at her in surprise. But for some reason, the sight of Rita smiling so pleasantly made her feel a little afraid.
"How long have I been gone? Look at the state of the house. Anyone who didn't know better would think it had been ransacked!"
With the house in such a mess, Rita stared at the two of them... and spoke in a dangerous tone.
"No... it was Little Black..."
Sil hurriedly tried to explain...
"We were giving Little Black a bath, but she didn't want to... the moment she touched the water, she ran out..."
Durandal was equally helpless. Of course, she had not wanted to turn the room Rita had cleaned so thoroughly into a complete mess. But who would have thought that Little Black, who had been so obedient just moments ago, would struggle free and run off the instant she was bathed?
She wanted to catch the cat and wash her clean. After all, she had been a stray before. She looked fine, but she was actually quite dirty. It usually did not