Chapter 291 - 128: Pure Blue Hell_3
Kuangdang wanted to go hunting with Tizi, but unfortunately, it was small and lacked the ferocity of Tiger Head, so it wasn't valued by Tizi. It was often left in the fields below the platform, watching helplessly as its mother led its sibling into the forest.
Over time, Kuangdang turned the field into its own territory, spending all day there catching mice. Chen Zhou had even seen it pounce on birds perched at the edge of the field.
During the dry season, Kuangdang stayed in the kiln to rest from morning until sunset. After dark, it was basically on guard in the field, not knowing how many rice or wheat-thieving mice it scared away. It was the "little field security guard" of the household.
In the rainy season, if the rain was light, it would occasionally patrol the field out of concern.
If the rain was too heavy, it didn't want to go out, as cats naturally hate water.
As for Tizi and Tiger Head, they were outliers among cats, the most frequently outdoors pair in the family, known to be unfazed by wind or rain.
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Tizi was a wild cat that had been tested by nature.
When it was young, it didn't have a warm shelter and food that could be obtained without labor.
To survive, come rain or hail, it had to hunt by itself, or else it would go hungry.
In the forest, hunger often meant death.
Under the pressure to survive, it had to overcome its natural aversion to water, braving the wind and rain to hunt.
Tiger Head, following its fierce mother, not only honed its hunting skills but also greatly adapted to the natural environment.
No wonder Chen Zhou saw it as the future main force in catching mice, always giving it a bite of whatever was tasty. It was indeed much more competent than its unreliable father.
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However, even though Tiger Head roamed the forest undefeated and was a force to reckon with outside, when it returned home, it would still be blocked by the relentless wooden door.
Following its mother to the door, they sat side by side, quietly waiting at the doorstep for a while.
During this time, raindrops dripped from the edge of the kiln onto Tiger Head's head, flattening its ears and creating a small water pit in the middle of its head.
Its eyes gradually showed irritation, and it managed to keep its patience for less than forty seconds. Seeing the kitchen door still closed, it finally got anxious.
Suddenly standing up, it leaped nimbly onto the windowsill. Tiger Head scratched the glass with its paw while meowing in a soft voice that didn't match its appearance, eagerly expressing its desire to come inside.
Having just sliced a plate of meat and still holding a kitchen knife, Chen Zhou only realized the situation after hearing Tiger Head's cries.
It turned out he hadn't let them in, which was why he always felt like something was missing at home.
Opening the kitchen door, Tizi and Tiger Head immediately filed in.
Tizi, thinking of its other two children, gave a short meow, like it was greeting Chen Zhou, and then turned a corner and headed straight for the bedroom—where Kuangdang was sleeping by the fire wall.
Tiger Head, however, wasn't about to let it go, finding him to express its grievances, tail raised, circling around him while meowing incessantly, eyes glancing at the cutting board.
With confusion, Chen Zhou bent down to pat the little one's head, and seeing its shrunken stomach, he understood why Tiger Head was so agitated today, even putting on such an aggrieved expression.
Apparently, it hadn't caught any prey today and returned home with an empty stomach.
It was already tired and hungry, and then got wet, and after all the effort of getting home, it was stopped at the door. No one could stand such grievances; its big opinion was quite understandable.
"Alright, alright, I know you've worked hard. I'll reward you with a bowl of goat milk."
The meat on the cutting board was all raw, and worried about parasites within, Chen Zhou went to the "container fridge" to get a can of cooked and then cooled goat milk, pouring a full bowl for Tiger Head.
Of course, the chilled goat milk couldn't be given directly to Tiger Head. It had to be warmed up on the stove.
Poor Tiger Head, smelling the milk and meat aroma, was already impatient but couldn't eat anything in the short term.
Helpless, it could only look eagerly at the ceramic bowl on the stove, patting Chen Zhou's pant leg with one paw while meowing, eyes almost brimming with tears.