With an extra little cat that doesn't like to move much, Candy's smile is more frequent than ever.
Mo Jingchun took Bun to the pet hospital for a shot and deworming. Combined with cat food, its orange fur became silky smooth, feeling very nice to touch.
In the small cat bed, Bun lay right in the center, curled up and motionless.
If not for its rising and falling belly, one wouldn't know and might think it's a dead cat.
Mo Jingchun, wearing an apron, walked from the kitchen to the bedroom door, took off the apron, and knocked on the door.
Knock, knock, knock～
Hearing the knock, Candy, who was playing on the floor, looked up towards the door.
The Bun, which had been lying there like a dead thing, suddenly jumped up and flew to Mo Jingchun's feet like a wisp of smoke.
"Meow, meow, meow～"
At this moment, Bun showed an unprecedented liveliness.
This little thing only becomes so active when it's meal time.
