Chapter 233: Shameless Local Natives
Pension stretched.
Fang Ziwei hugged it and rubbed it sleepily, then walked into the bathroom in her slippers.
Soon, the sound of water dripping came from the bathroom. Pensioner jumped off the sofa and lay down in front of the bathroom door. Every time he heard the sound of water, he was worried that his cook would drown. When he was young and wandering, he accidentally fell into a river in the city and almost died, which made him extremely sensitive to the sound of water.
Its cook Fang Ziwei always puts herself in danger without caring, and her pension is always in suspense. Fang Ziwei is its loyal cook and masseur. If something happens to her, who will serve her delicious food and clean up her excrement? It is not okay for a servant not to take care of himself!
Therefore, every time Fang Ziwei went into the bathroom, the pension would stand outside the door and monitor her every move to prevent her from getting into any accidents. It didn't know that Fang Ziwei had already taken a photo of it peeping outside the bathroom and circulated it on social platforms such as WeChat Moments and Weibo with the title "A cute cat peeping at its mother taking a bath" and received many likes.
After a while, Fang Ziwei came out refreshed. She opened the microwave and took out the hot buns. At the dining table, she poured herself some hot orange juice and swiped her phone while biting the buns.
"What! An Yuan's cat actually has more than 7,000 votes!" Fang Ziwei almost spit out the meat in her mouth after seeing this. "This is too outrageous!!"
She stared at Mr. Cat's photo in amazement for a while. The cat's tickets were still increasing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Although Mr. Cat is indeed very cute, it is outrageous that such a pet could get such a number of votes.
Voting, this must be voting. Fang Ziwei thought to herself, she didn't expect her best friend An Yuan to be so competitive, but on second thought, it might be that her CEO husband Yan An hired a group of netizens to please his wife. Yes, that must be the case. Oh, I didn't expect to be fed dog food and show off their love so early in the morning.
Fang Ziwei sighed and swiped her phone to check the number of tickets for her beloved cat son's pension.
Pension: 36 votes.
This number of votes is the real traffic of this rubbish competition! Fang Ziwei shouted in her heart. She refreshed the page unwillingly, and it was still 36 votes, no change.
She pulled it up again to scan the overall situation. Surprisingly, Mr. Cat, who currently has more than 7,000 votes, is not sitting firmly on the championship throne. He has two powerful competitors. One is a colorful lizard Pok, and the other powerful opponent is the milk tea-colored hamster Gilgamesh. At present, the number of votes for the first place lizard Pok is obviously slowing down. Mr. Cat is about to surpass Lizard Pok, while the hamster Gilgamesh is nipping at the back and is exerting his strength. His number of votes is not less than Mr. Cat. If nothing unexpected happens, the champion will be born between Lizard Pok, Mr. Cat, and Hamster Gilgamesh.
The strange-looking dog, the evil leader Jean Valjean, who had been leading at the beginning, has been left behind. The dog now has only more than 3,000 votes. Although it is trying hard to catch up, it seems that it is still far behind.
This is the war of the navy in the pay-to-win game. Fang Ziwei swiped a few more times. She looked up at the pension fund next to her and comforted it, "It's not that our pension fund is not lovely, but those people are too unethical."
She put the cups and plates in the sink, tidied herself up in the bathroom and put on makeup, then picked up her bag and went to work.
Bang, the door was closed.
Pension squatted in front of the door, listening to the footsteps of its cook Fang Ziwei gradually fading away.
After squatting for ten minutes, Pensioner stood up again and walked silently across the room. He came to the balcony, which had screens in addition to glass windows, but this did not bother Pensioner. He had long learned how to open the window, and leaving his castle to patrol outside was one of his daily activities while Fang Ziwei was at work.
It knew that the poor cook kept the windows and doors closed for the safety of its master, but how could this stop it? The pensioner moved the screen window a crack and squeezed himself out.
The sun was shining brightly outside, making it feel warm all over. It had an urge to lie down and roll over, but it couldn't do that now, because it had something to do. Pensioner jumped onto the roof downstairs. It liked walking on high ground, and it could see everything from above. Some upright bipeds always brought annoying dogs with them when they went out. When those idiots saw cats, they howled and rushed forward like they had lost their souls, completely ignoring the ropes around their necks. Pensioner hated this situation the most. Walking on the roof was different. It could look down at the upright bipeds coming and going, and the restless idiot dogs were only fit to stay on the ground. And those scary metal boxes moving around would not affect its life. The fast-moving metal boxes would kill cats, and Pensioner knew this very well. It had witnessed its first friend, a little cow cat, being crushed into a pancake by the metal box with wheels.
Every day in this city, cats are crushed to death by these fast-moving metal boxes. The pension is neither sad nor angry about this, because this is the law of the city. Just like there are countless two-legged animals in this city, just like the sky sometimes has water drops and sometimes is clear. The metal box that can take the lives of cats is the best shelter for those homeless cats when it is not moving and sleeping. It can provide cats with a warm hiding place to protect them from wind and rain, but it can also turn against them and take their lives in the blink of an eye. Just like this bustling city, sweet happiness and hidden dangers coexist.
It continued along the roof. The winter air was chilly. Some pigeons fluttered in the air from a distance. These pigeons were stupid. Pension thought that they were maybe even more stupid than stupid dogs. They often went in groups to steal food from the cats in the park. It was said that the cat boss Claw Thorn in the park once caught a pigeon and ate it, but no one saw how Claw Thorn caught it. Just like there was a legend that Claw Thorn once beat up a German Shepherd, which scared the German Shepherd away, but no one saw it with their own eyes. For the cats, Claw Thorn was a legend in itself.
It leaped from the roof and moved along the wall. After a moment it smelled the warm, primal scent of its own kind.
A group of cats were gathering in the park. A few of its familiar friends had already arrived and were lying on the ground licking their fur.
Pensioner jumped down the fence and saw a beautiful and petite female cat named Yoko. Pensioner breathed in the warm and sweet smell from the female cat and couldn't help but want to go forward and sniff it. But the next moment, a tabby male cat next to Yoko made a threatening growl. The irritating and aggressive smell of the tabby male cat frightened it and it immediately lay on the ground and exposed its belly.
Yoko turned away disdainfully and walked away. The male civet cat quickly followed. Pensioner looked at them with some frustration. Starting half a year ago, a change had taken place in his body. He no longer became impulsive and aggressive when he smelled the scent of a female cat, nor did he howl every night because of his inner desire. The primitive instinct rooted in the body seemed to have disappeared after he went to a white house and fell asleep one day. His desire for the beautiful female cat was not as strong as before. Could it be because he had grown up? After the initial discomfort, Pensioner calmly accepted the changes in his body, just as he calmly accepted the departure and death of his brothers and sisters in the past.
The cats whimpered softly, and some of them even rolled over. Pensioner quickly followed suit and rolled over. A majestic and agile black cat walked out of the bushes. His name was Clawthorn, and he was the boss of the cats in this area.
Facing the boss, the cats all collapsed to show their respect.
Claw glanced majestically at the group of cats in front of him, and then began to speak at the gathering. Today's topic was again the cats wearing clothes.
Somehow, the cats in this city noticed that there was another kind of cat in the city. Although they looked similar to them, they were very different. They could wear clothes, they had fixed connections with each other, and they could even communicate with bipeds. Well, it wasn't the kind of communication that made bipeds cook or clean up excrement, but a more advanced and complex communication. It was hard to explain. But Pension had already felt it. When he lived in the home of another cook, An Yuan, not long ago, he had seen such a cat.
The cat is called Mr. Cat.
From the first meeting, Pensioner felt that Mr. Cat was different from him. It was not just that he subconsciously felt that Mr. Cat was overwhelmingly powerful, but there were other more complicated aspects. Mr. Cat could communicate with the son of that family, and he could speak the language of bipeds. It was not the simple request for food and the need for petting, but a more sophisticated and intelligent communication. For example, if Mr. Cat wanted to eat smoked bacon, the son of that family would never give him junk cat food. Pensioner did not understand what this meant. And now, the boss of the cats, Claw, said that this meant that they were more advanced.
The word "superior" is also very ambiguous in cat language. It can refer to a cat that is stronger and more agile or a cat that is more attractive. Now in the mouth of the big claw, this word undoubtedly has a new meaning, adding a scent that makes people yearn for it.
Boss Claw Thorn calls this cat that wears clothes and can talk to bipeds a high-end cat.
"I noticed that several senior cats were having a party." Claw Thorn said, "This might be our chance."
A cat asks: "What chance?"
"We can ask to join them." Clawthorn said, "Maybe we can become advanced too."
The cat asked, "What's the use of being advanced?"
Claw Thorn said calmly: "Of course it is useful. For example..." Claw Thorn, who had always been strong, suddenly fell silent. It seemed that he didn't know how to describe the benefits of becoming advanced.
Pension shouted, "Senior means being able to dictate to the Twolegs what kind of cat food we want to eat!"
Then the cats meowed in agreement and joy.
Another cat asked, "Is Miss Bao Qingtian at the party?"
The claws gave off the scent of her presence.
The cats all meowed in agreement. In fact, they were not very interested in becoming more powerful, but many male cats were very interested in the beautiful black cat Miss Bao. Miss Bao was like a goddess of the night, her figure was so fit, her breath was so charming, and she was so elegant. If they could get close to her, all the male cats agreed. The female cats agreed because it was Claw's decision. In their simple cognition, the powerful Claw was always right.
So the cats set out, following their claws and leaping from rooftops and walking on walls. They are the city's unfettered and free spirits, and now they are eager to become more advanced.
Walking through the streets, crossing the grass, jumping over the railings, they entered a residential area.
In front of a villa, Claw jumped to the window sill. Inside the villa, several cats in clothes were having a meeting.
Clawthorn said, "Now, let us make our voices heard, and ask them to accept us!"
The cats immediately started meowing in unison.
The headquarters of the Alte Chamber of Commerce.
A white cat in a tuxedo sat at the table. It was the representative of the city's Elt Chamber of Commerce. Its name was Fang Deyong. "The vote is now deadlocked. Mr. Cat's votes are tied with Gilgamesh's."
An elegant black cat, Miss Bao Qingtian said: "Of course we must let Mr. Cat win. Not only because he is a member of the Eye of Supervision, but also because he is an Elt, the pride of my tribe."
A calico cat nodded and said, "That's right. As an Elt, how can we lose to a mere hamster?! The Security Committee did it on purpose. They want to humiliate us! Damn Legion!!"
Bao Qingtian said: "So we have to win. Now we can only mobilize all the connections we can, including the locals."
“But there are rules that we cannot canvass for votes from locals.”
"If the locals want to vote, it has nothing to do with us." Miss Bao Qingtian said, "I gave Mr. Cat's photo postcards as gifts in the store I know, with the voting address attached. It's just a free postcard, and it has nothing to do with us even if the locals vote."
"That's a good idea. But this kind of skirting the line is likely to be sniped by the Security Committee. We can think of something safer..." White Cat Fang Deyong frowned, "Why is it so noisy outside?"
"A group of unevolved local cats are howling outside," said the calico cat.
"Tsk, he's in heat." Another tabby cat said, "It sounds like he's courting Miss Bao Qingtian. This is how embarrassing it is for primitive people who haven't evolved."
White Cat Fang Deyong stood up and shouted, "Drive all these shameless people away!!"
These two days, Xiao Zhen was busy finishing his winter vacation homework at a life-and-death pace, completely oblivious to what was happening outside.
Although An Yuan had sent him a link to the pet competition, he just clicked it and closed it without taking it seriously. To this day, he had no idea that this competition had already set off a huge wave in the local alien circle. Because of the large amount of homework he had accumulated, he did not notice the sighing of Captain Ban.
That day, while doing his homework, he received a call from Liu Xingquan, answering some of his questions about the precautions for opening a ranch on the planet.
After chatting for a while, Liu Xingquan asked, "Are your cats competing?"
"It seems to be the case."
"I think the competition is very intense now." Liu Xingquan said, "I'll vote for Mr. Cat."
"Oh, thank you."
After hanging up the phone, Xiao Zhen opened the webpage and was surprised when he saw it: "Mr. Cat actually has 8135 votes?" He looked up and saw Captain Ban squatting on the bookshelf with a gloomy face, "Look, Mr. Cat has more than 8,000 votes!!"
Captain Madara angrily said, "I only have 8 votes!! 8 votes! Doesn't anyone care about me??"
