Dirty all over, with disheveled fur, the little kitten that still hobbled when it walked squatted in the cardboard box it could only gaze at through a window in the past, now facing the plastic little butterfly in front of it, completely stunned.
It slowly lifted its head.
The box wasn't big; lifting its head revealed the small patch of pale blue sky, with Tang Jin's shiny little head occupying more than half the horizon, his large cat pupils smilingly watching it.
It has to be said, although Little Bun had never raised a cat, he had the psychology of cats down pat.
Cats might not favor fancy nests or stylish little clothes, but they almost never refuse cardboard boxes that hold these items or the gaudy, clattering cat teaser sticks.
Not to mention, this was exclusively for it, a single cat.
Bai Mi eventually lowered its head and cautiously stretched out its paw, gently hooking the little butterfly.
