—Even though it was just a silly, adorable cat doing something that looked incredibly fun no matter how you looked at it.
..
Recently, the Little British Shorthair seems to have become obsessed with going out.
Gin was preoccupied with a heavy workload, so he didn't pay much attention to it.
As it turns out, neglecting your cat because of a busy work schedule.. your cat will bring you some.. unexpected changes.
For example, being listless, for example, jumping around wildly, for example, playing with yarn balls and spitting out fluff, for example—
—brought another cat.
Gin??
This is a silver-haired cat with a pair of green eyes.
Gin: Both of these sisters have green eyes, right? He found another green-eyed companion; does he have some kind of obsession with green eyes?
Although Little British Shorthair seems to be somewhat reserved and ladylike toward Silver Cat (note that it is only "somewhat"), Silver Cat always likes to find Little British Shorthair to play with.
By the way, Silver Cat also has his own Companion.
And so—
Gin: Heh.
Perhaps knowing—no, not "perhaps," but "certainly"—that his master was not a cat lover and would perform a Shakespearean tragedy if pushed to the point of impatience, the clever Little British Shorthair never played at home, always following Silver Cat out.
Honestly, is this really, really not a date?
..
Gin watched helplessly as Little British Shorthair and Silver Cat played together with increasing enthusiasm.
What's wrong with that? Don't you know that cats from the outside are always very annoying? They might even play with a house cat's feelings!
I don't mind you dating and playing around with him at all—in fact, it might even help you stop focusing your attention on the Liquor Group, but!
Don't really let yourself be kidnapped!
However, things do not always go as one wishes.
..
On a certain morning, Gin encountered another cat.
At first glance, this cat looks very much like a Little British Shorthair, but upon closer inspection, one would find that the two cats are entirely different breeds.
Hmm..
Actually, you wouldn't even notice if you weren't looking closely.
After all, this cat was more than a size larger than the Little British Shorthair.
The black-haired green-eyed cat did not settle down at Gin's house, but he would drop by from time to time.
This wild cat had great combat strength. Gin had once accidentally seen it fighting other cats; it could take on three at once without any pressure, beating its enemies until they cried—well, not really—making its enemies (enemy meows?) meow loudly in distress.
After realizing he was being watched by Gin, the black-haired cat with green eyes stared at Gin silently. Beside him, three stray cats were rolling around on the ground, while he stood to the side, his green eyes calm and composed, exuding an air of immense prestige.
—and it even had a subtle intention of showing off to claim credit.
Gin: ……
Do you have some kind of misunderstanding regarding human preferences for cats?
Gin vaguely remembered that some of the Liquor Group's new female employees also kept cats, they seemed to favor docile and obedient ones.
Some prefer them a bit more lively, but this is just too—
But honestly, it quite suited his tastes.
If they weren't obedient, cute, or lively enough to suit his taste, Gin's general standard was to prefer those who were wild and dangerous, the kind who could jump around and fight without needing any help.
So Gin softened his expression and smiled at the Black-haired cat.
The Black-haired cat tilted his head, a flicker of an unreadable light flashing within his Green eyes. He stepped forward a few paces, his lithe frame and powerful limbs clearly demonstrating his capability to dominate his territory; then, he gently, very gently, raised a paw and patted Gin's trouser leg.
It patted away the dust on it.
Gin: ……
I don't mind you dusting yourself off, but if you use your claws, believe me, I'll take you back and have you as a special stewed black cat dinner tonight!
The Black-haired cat, perhaps sensing Gin's low pressure, cautiously retreated a few steps, tilted his head to look at Gin for a while, then lifted his chin.
Gin could see clearly—
Its sharp claws were retracted, leaving only its soft, pink, fleshy paw pads.
Gin paused, then leaned down, extending a finger to gently tap Black-haired cat on the forehead.
The black-haired cat let out a soft meow, a sound that was brief and hurried yet gentle, completely different from its previous display of majesty.
Then its green eyes watched the human before it turn and walk away, it followed without hesitation, neither deliberately seeking that person's attention nor intentionally hiding its tracks.
It followed him all the way to his home.
Although Gin didn't notice it—or rather, even if he did, he didn't care—the Black-haired cat still stopped in his tracks.
The Green eyes stared at the doorplate for a while, the Black cat stayed quietly without moving.
Then, he let out a very, very soft meow.
..
Gin had seen that blue-eyed cat a long time ago.
It can be traced back to the time of Shiratori Midori.
In comparison, it was a quite lively cat.
This cat's blue eyes were quite extraordinary, as bright and brilliant as a clear sky and as clear as a lake; they were the most beautiful eyes Gin had ever seen on a cat.
Its fur color was always changing, but Gin knew its original color was a light golden hue; it was clearly a beautiful color, he didn't know why people were always so fond of dyeing it.
What was the point? The dyed color wasn't even as good as the original, it would hurt the cat.
—However, later, Gin learned that the Blue-eyed cat had done it to himself.
Gin: ……
The blue-eyed cat has some very strange preferences for reasons that are hard to explain; Gin had once seen him playing with Shiratori Midori, but Shiratori Midori ran back as soon as he saw him. The blue-eyed cat did not mind, slowly walking up to rub against his hand, appearing to like him a little more than his Companion.
What's wrong with him?
Similarly, Gin does not keep it, but it comes by to visit from time to time.
And bring along some 'Gifts' while you're at it.
..
This was another very interesting matter.
The gifts brought by the blue-eyed cat varied in value, ranging from precious to cheap. Among them were common wildflowers, as well as rare and uncommon stones—it was only later that Gin realized they were gemstones; there was also a relatively clean yarn ball and a hand-woven bamboo basket.
Sometimes there were also some Parts of unknown use—it was impossible to tell where it had found them.
But—
Although the gift was small but the sentiment was profound, still!
You're being way too much by sending a Dead rat over here?!
Fine, fine, I get it. Different races have different perspectives, it's only natural..
Looking at your expression, perhaps a dead rat really is a very good Gift in your eyes..
However, I don't need your precious gift!
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One day later, the Blue-eyed cat brought over a very, very beautiful Persian cat.
..
The Persian cat is a typical long-haired cat; a fluffy, beautiful, magnificent cat can make cat lovers absolutely adore it. Although Gin is not this kind, however—
This Persian cat is truly beautiful!
An elegant and magnificent silhouette, soft fur, blue eyes like the misty waters of Jiangnan in an ancient Eastern land—mist shrouding the cold water and moonlight bathing the sands, as hazy as a dream; clear as the shimmering ripples of Dongting Lake, reflecting the beauty of the mountains and lakes within.
Its fur was fluffy and soft, like that of a dignified, elegant, charming princess.
Beauty knows no borders or species.
If Persian cats all looked like this, Gin thought it wouldn't be hard to understand why people loved it so much.
Unfortunately, even among Persian cats, who are renowned for their "unrealistic beauty" in the feline world, this princess was a standout; it was truly difficult to find any cat comparable to him.
I wonder how he met the blue-eyed cat.
The two cats meowed at Gin a few times, then turned and leaped into the bushes.
Gin couldn't help but feel a sense of hesitation. With a cat this beautiful following the blue-eyed cat around, running from place to place like a wild cat, would it even be able to survive?
His hesitation lasted until he saw the Little Princess pounce forward and swat away a Wild cat that was guarding its food—it was a bit of an exaggeration, but it definitely sent the creature stumbling. Then, she snatched up the food and left with fluid, graceful movements. Her figure remained stunningly beautiful, her actions were incredibly decisive, completely unconcerned with maintaining her image.
After that, Gin no longer worried.
The Little Princess can live a very good life, that is for sure.
..
As mentioned before, the Liquor Group is a very mysterious place.
Take Vermouth, for example; this woman is undoubtedly a great beauty, with brilliant blonde hair and clear blue eyes. If she wished, every one of her movements could be graceful and charming.
Women with secrets are often quite attractive, most women do not mind becoming even more attractive.
For Vermouth, although she could already achieve victory through her looks alone, she didn't mind adding a few more points to her favor.
—Although Gin believed that too many secrets would actually become a deduction, Vermouth clearly did not care.
—Anyway, her score is high.
Age is a woman's secret, since she already has so many secrets, this matter of age.. must also be kept confidential.