Josh sidled up to her ingratiatingly, "It's just boring, and I wanted to chat with Grandma."
The white cat sighed a bit helplessly, "You little ones are just brimming with energy."
Josh came closer, curiously saying, "I was just talking to an American Shorthair brother. He said he doesn't know why we have to take humans as slaves. But my human slave treats me very well, and I want to be friends with him. I hope he gets better soon..."
"Stop your dangerous thinking!" the white cat grandma quickly reprimanded, cutting her off, "A slave is a slave, they can never become our friends! Remember that!"
"But why?" Josh looked innocently at grandma, "My human slave really treats me well. He got sick taking care of me, and I don't want him to die."
The white cat seemed unwilling to say more, just gazing at her expressionlessly, "Anyway, don't think about making friends with humans. As for his illness, don't worry, no cat hospital can't heal it. Your human slave definitely won't die."
