fynovel Chapter 130: White
Chapter 130: White
Chapter 130: White
Some people say that animals are better than men by men, I mean Humans. Seeing how the average proponent of such a statement is usually a single woman in her forties owning four to ten cats, it may have been confusing.
I like animals. I especially like cats. To me, its not the fact that they are aloof and otherworldly creatures but the fact that they are cute. Thats the selling point. Sure, some people see cats as arrogant masters of the world. But to me, they are just little kids trying to act as tyrants. If you take that seriously, its like kicking your nephew across the room when he asks you to play heroes and villains.
Plus, cats are kind of sleek. They are agile and can jump anywhere while landing on their feet. I like that concept. I find it very deep. And also funny when they land on their face.
By the way, the sad reality is that most people dont train their pets. Cats, contrary to popular belief, are trainable. Oh, Joey, but are they trainable like dogs? What? Are you asking me to measure on a non-existent scale how much they are trainable? Cats are animals, like dogs. Unless urban legends have gone to your head, you can teach them to behave the same way you teach dogs. As far as I know, some dogs are actually harder to train than cats.
As I enter the place, I hear a great commotion in the main room. The place is huge, almost as big as a small Walmart, which is huge, obviously. And there are many people in leather uniforms taking care of animals or just showing them to possible clients.
I am tired of you! If you do that again, I will grill you! I dont care how much I paid! You cant keep opening the other cages!
Huh.
That sounds like cat behavior to me.
Lets see.
I make my way forward, actually passing by many different cat cages. Im not sure I can call them cages since some of them are quite big, and they look more comfortable than my own room.
Master Augustus, please, let her be! You know how she is!
I hear a pleading voice while other clients try to ignore the riff-raff. Interesting; is this a common scene around here?
I am tired! No one will buy this goddamn beast! I spent hundreds of golds on this idiotic animal! She just doesnt listen! Ive tried everything! Everything! I doubt anyone in Amorium has more levels than me! What should I do, Lucius? What?! Should I just resign and keep feeding her with expensive things? Shes bleeding me dry! Shes bleeding me dry; I say!
Its fine. My
Oh.
OH.
DID SHE JUST FREEZE?
friend, here, she says after a second, is looking for a pet. Probably, a cat. Would you mind helping us as soon as you are free from your current duties?
The Princess can be nice, cant she?
But what was that? What was that hesitation? Oh my, oh my.
Absolutely, Your Highness. Im just frustrated with a magical beast. I bought that little pig from a high level [Breeder]. Even he advised me not to since we often do business together. He told me that he couldnt rein in her overbearing character. That little monster goes around at night and frees all the animals. Or just trashes the place to make me miserable. Plus, she eats a very complex diet of magical things! And shes even picky! Oh, PrincessYour Highness, Im sorry! Im really not myself today. Just give me a moment to collect myself.
I stroke my chin while looking at the white pig.
Then, I look at Stanimal.
He shakes his head with an expression pregnant with denial.
As I always say, when you read a lot, you see certain narrative opportunities that are put in front of you. The more you dare, the more you get. And if a cat is a little clown on its own, this pig would be the entire circus, wouldnt it?
Sorry, wouldnt she?