Hiya! It’s Rappapon, the other translator working on this project! Due to IRL, this hasn’t been edited yet, but I will go back in later to change some stuff lol
(will put notes in later)
(also there are some weird perspective changes so bear with it for noww)
As Mu Mu was walking upstairs, a rare Siamese cat suddenly came out from the bushes near the door. Instead of running away or approaching Mu Mu, it sat down on the ground and licked its paws.
Ling Mao Er couldn't decide whether or not go past Mu Mu. If Ling Mao Er was sent away because Mu Mu hated cats or was afraid of them, wouldn't he lose face?
Therefore, he simply sat in place, waiting for Mu Mu with the cold attitude of a cat.
Mu Mu first surprisedly looked around and didn't see anybody. Only after doing so did he approach the Siamese cat to touch its head.
The Siamese cat, unafraid, looked up and narrowed its eyes with an amused glint.
"You're not a stray, are you? Where's your owner? Did you sneak out?" asked Mu Mu, three questions in succession.
Ling Ma Er was enjoying Mu Mu's touch, but his heart was spitting. 'Have you ever seen such a valuable stray cat?'
Mu Mu saw that the cat was intimate with people. It was obviously being taken care of as its body was very clean. It must have ran out not very long ago.
He lifted the cat by its armpits in order to examine it more closely.
Ling Mao Er wasn't happy as he hated being held by humans. His chest was uncomfortable, his stomach was uncomfortable, and the place where he was being held was painful.
Stupid human! Hold my ass! Haven't you realized how long you've been holding me?
Mu Mu was now face to face with the cat. It was a beautiful Siamese cat. His body was light brown, and his feet and tail were dark brown as if a naughty cat jumped into a pile of coal and smeared its paws.
However, the most eye-catching feature about the cat was the obvious color of the border of its face. It was like all the black pigment was attracted to a small area in the middle. It was funny no matter how you looked at it.
"Ha ha ha, did you bury your face in a heap of coal?"
Ling Mao Er angrily slapped Mu Mu, but in Mu Mu's perspective, it was of a cat who put its soft pads on his face.
"Do you want to go play at my house?" asked Mu Mu, "I have milk you can drink."
Drink, drink, drink! Ling Mao Er said internally. It would be better if there was fish.
Mu held the cat in one hand and dragged the luggage in another as he entered the elevator and pressed the button for the eighteenth floor.
As the elevator steadily rose, Ling Mao Er stared intensely at the numbers. Mu Mu thought that this was because like many other cats, it was interested in changing things.
"I live on the eighteenth floor, which may be a bit high for you. Are you afraid of heights?" asked Mu Mu.
I'm afraid of dogs.
With a 'ding,' the elevator signalled that they reached the eighteenth floor, and the door opened.
"We're home now." Mu Mu opened the door of room 1816, and without seeing the outside, the Siamese cat jumped out from Mu Mu's arms and strutted into Mu Mu's home.
Indeed, it was a curious cat. Mu Mu smiled and walked into the bedroom. "After I organize things a little, you can go wherever you want."
Mu Mu lived in a single apartment which was smaller than Ling Mao Er's home. The fact that he was raising many green plants did not match up with his identity as a bachelor who often traveled.
"Ah," Mu Mu suddenly thought of something and emerged from the bedroom with half of his face, "Don't eat the plants."
Ling Mao Er did not want to eat the plant at all, but listening to Mu Mu say he wants to eat made him immediately bite down on half a leaf of the spider plant.
Mu Mu lifted his hands in peace."…"
"Well, if you want to eat it, then eat it, I guess. Just don't eat too much." Mu Mu gave up and went back to his room to continue to sort things.
Ling Mao Er spitted out the leaves. It was so disgusting, it was only something the devil would want to eat.
He continued to look around the house and saw that Mu Mu hung up a lot of photographs in the living room, all of which were of scenery and animals. There were none of humans.
The subjects of the pictures ranged from a lion in Africa to a penguin in the South Pole. It seemed like Mu Mu traveled to many places.
When Mu Mu came out of the bedroom, the cat was looking at a picture of a shark. Because it was studying the picture so seriously, it was like the cat was considering whether or not it could eat the fish in the picture.
Mu Mu laughed and picked up the cat. "Do you like fish? This one can't be eaten."
Ling Mao Er wrinkled his small charcoal black face. You are insulting my intelligence.
Mu Mu carried Ling Mao Er to the table, took out the milk from the refrigerator, and studied its shelf life.
Ling Mao Er also thought of it. Mu Mu just came back from a business trip, so is the milk still drinkable?
He deeply felt like coming to Mu Mu's home was a mistake.
"It hasn't passed the expiration date, so it's still drinkable," concluded Mu Mu.
Preservative-rich milk, Ling Mao Er thought, not at all worthy of my identity as a royal cat.
Mu Mu poured the warm milk into a bowl and placed it in front of the Siamese cat.
Ling Mao Er sniffed around, and with his keen sense of smell, captured the scent of a special aroma that was different from ordinary milk.
However, Ling Mao Er clearly saw Mu Mu pull out a brand of milk that was ordinary. He took a small sip of the milk to test out the taste, and suddenly, his eyes glowed. So good!