I Am a Cat (3)

Si: ?

Whatever, not worth getting mad.

Who would stay angry at a little cat?

"You focus on your mission."

Since "Sis" had given the command, Little Wei naturally had to obey.

But...

Following the cultivation method described in novels—absorbing the essence of the sun and moon—Little Wei barely lasted two or three minutes before sneezing heavily.

"Si, why don’t I see any 'essence of the sun and moon'? It’s just making me choke."

Si chuckled. "Isn’t the answer obvious? You’re just inhaling too much smog."

Little Wei: ...

Oh no, no wonder her throat felt scratchy.

Was she getting a respiratory infection?

Panicked, she used her paws to pry open her mouth and coughed lightly, only to feel an unbearable itch.

"Help! Help!" Little Wei felt like she was about to die.

"No need to panic. If you inhale too much smog, just eat some oranges."

Little Wei suspected Si was messing with her.

How was a cat supposed to peel an orange?

But there were indeed oranges on Li Jiewei’s desk. Little Wei jumped up, rolled one out of the bowl with her soft white paws, and claimed it.

Now what?

Staring at the orange nearly as big as herself, Little Wei scrutinized it with her deep blue cat eyes.

"How am I supposed to peel this?" she muttered, utterly stumped.

Just as she was agonizing over it, Li Jiewei pushed the door open and walked in.

"Puppy, what are you doing?" Li Jiewei caught her red-handed.

Watching her reluctant paws refuse to leave the orange, Li Jiewei was baffled.

Seriously, do cats even eat oranges?

Seizing the moment of distraction, Little Wei wriggled out of Li Jiewei’s arms and threw herself onto the orange.

"You want this?"

Li Jiewei found it amusing. A tiny kitten craving oranges—was that even safe?

After a brief hesitation, she reasoned: her cat had always preferred human food over kibble and had never fallen seriously ill.

Fine, if "Puppy" wanted it, she’d peel one for her.

"Be good, sit still. I’ll peel it for you." Li Jiewei placed Little Wei on her lap.

This spot—

Little Wei buried her face, instantly flushing bright red.

No no no, this was unacceptable!

Why here? This was torture!

"Here, try this. If you don’t like it, I’ll eat the rest." Li Jiewei held a segment to Little Wei’s mouth.

Without hesitation, Little Wei nibbled at it.

After devouring the entire orange, she finally felt better. So delicious!

The food in the last world wasn’t tangible—this world was way more satisfying.

"Little Radish, can you find this world’s cultivation method?" Little Wei asked.

She refused to keep inhaling smog.

"Sure!" Little Radish replied promptly.

This time, Little Wei nearly dozed off waiting before Little Radish finally responded.

"Little Wei?"

"Huh? Why’d you take so long?" Little Wei yawned widely, her tiny pink mouth stretching adorably—enough to make Little Radish freeze.

Aww, such a cute kitty! Must pet!

Then Si smacked Little Radish’s shoulder.

With a pout, Little Radish shrunk back.

"It’s just… hard to find info. Most cat spirits in this world were hunted down. The survivors are mostly imported pet breeds—docile and cute."

Even Little Wei’s original form resembled an imported cat, but with key differences.

Domestic cats in Xia were far healthier, retaining their natural instincts.

"Oh… that’s awful." Little Wei frowned.

How could this happen?

Even in her original world, genuine Xia cats were rare—some thought they’d gone extinct.

Was she the last native Xia cat?

A shiver ran down her spine. If true, that was terrifying.

Every creature deserved to thrive.

"So, what’s the cultivation method?"

From a mission standpoint, they’d strayed far off track.

"Go to a cultivation zone. You can gather moon essence there."

A glowing system map appeared before Little Wei, marking her location and the nearest cultivation zone—five kilometers away.

"Little Radish, are you serious? How am I supposed to get there tonight?"

Five kilometers was nothing for a human, but for a palm-sized kitten? That was a marathon!

"The staff can take you. But be careful—cultivation zones are scarce."

Who knew what spirits lurked there?

"The staff?!" Little Wei was skeptical.

Not to be rude, but the staff was taller than her now.

That night, Little Wei wriggled out from under Li Jiewei’s blankets to find the staff waiting on the balcony.

The once-small white-robed girl now loomed over her, extending soft hands.

"Come here, little thing."

Those three words ignited Little Wei’s rage. She leaped up and kicked the girl’s face.

"Call me 'Daddy,'" Little Wei hissed telepathically.

"Fine, I’ll take you." The staff pouted, reverting to its true form—a slender rod—and lowering itself for Little Wei to climb.

But the staff was thin. Little Wei nearly slipped twice before finally gripping the top, her tiny body wobbling precariously.

Damn it!

This was torture!

Next life, she was staying human. Ugh!

Yet, curled into a shaky ball, she looked absurdly adorable—like a startled furball.

Even Si, watching from the void, couldn’t suppress a laugh.

This version of Little Wei was unexpectedly heart-melting.

"She’s too cute this time," Little Radish sighed. "Maybe she should stay a cat forever."

Before she finished, Little Wei’s furious screech echoed:

"You rotten radish! What nonsense are you feeding Si?!"

Little Radish: ...

"I didn’t!" she whined.

Rotten radish?! She had a name—Little Radish!

"Wait till I get back. You’re dead." Hanging mid-air, Little Wei still found the breath to threaten.