"It's a treat. The wolf is a great demon, so it's not as good as being stung by a mosquito like this. If you lick it, it'll heal."
That's what I said and really licked the pepper wound.
I think Mary's getting closer and closer to the cat in this space, too.
"Nevertheless, cats are amazing, like scratching them with wrinkles. Even though humans brought tens of thousands of troops, sometimes they were intact."
"That's right..." The Ancestor of Nameless Nightmares "..."
This isn't a joke, it's a possibility of fact.
However, from the look on Mary's face, it still seemed like there was something there.
If you just got caught by your favorite cat, wouldn't Mary be more blatant?
The air sank a little when Mary returned.
That kind of air passes around. Well, it's not the first time we meet, because we're family.
"You know, I don't care about the scratches. Because it is to the extent that the imp screwed me. But thank you, the cats here are under the impression that their temper is too rough. I mean, it's a riot cat, but that's not the dimension."
Could it be that Mary noticed something again?
Mary is extremely capable of finding unnatural things.
Perhaps that is the proof of a great demon clan.
"If you say so... I think the cats, especially those on the wall, are slipping away for a lot of cats..."
True, some cats come over to us, but whoever's in the corner is about to slaughter, or it looks like it. Some cats were clearly getting annoyed.
"Nyah!" "Nyah!
Exactly two cats were starting a fight.
Should I stop that one? But even cats will have fights, and I can't say anything. But since it's a cat cafe, shouldn't we let some quiet guy work?
After a while, the store came to deal with it better.
She's the young woman who showed us around.
"Look, you can't fight. You go that way."
I saw it when the female clerk's arm caught one cat.
There were numerous scratches there.
Ugh...... Maybe I can't help it, but it's a pretty hard job......
"I hope those kids don't have to say anything. It's powerful enough to fight for power. In a way, you could call it a healthy winner. It's not the right place to keep it."
I put my left hand on my cheek as Mary conceived.
"But as strange as that is, the air is bad here. It feels more like something bad is precipitating."
Mary's account of times like this has hit me many times before.
"You guys, I'd say something scary... like bad air or bad flow, the last thing of a sensory statement that doesn't weigh the experiment - hahahahahaha!
Also, the Doctor was sneezing. Besides, it's the biggest one ever.
"That even came out with a runny nose. Shit......"
"Doctor, I knew you were allergic to cats,"
I just think my body is overreacting.
If it's true that you've had a cold in the morning, it means that the days have just coincidentally overlapped, but the Doctor is also a healthy child for having an unhealthy life for a long time. I don't remember hearing you sneeze until you got here.
"That's not supposed to happen. Mmmm...... But it's true you're not in the mood... From previous observations, I must admit that…"
You're being honest, aren't you?
But honestly, it bothers me more that Mary has something like a crisis than Doctor's physical condition. Mary, the great demon, has a distinct sense of evil, leaving the people.
This time, it's about even more important cats, and you won't be able to ignore them anyway.
"Mary, do you want to do a little research?
Nod Mary from me.
"Right. Um, there's a box around the corner, right? Let's go see that cat over there."
It was a dense space for cats in the store.
And then I looked in the box, and we kind of did.
All the cats in there have lost their hair, and they look awesome when they do it.
And a lot of them are not feeling well.
"Whoa, you didn't get the feed? Or, boss, is the cat taking everything away from you?
There's got to be a fierce power struggle in the cat world, so if you lose it, it's got to be miserable.
Some books say that the life span of a wildcat is very short compared to that of a cat you own. Life in the wild is tough just to eat.
"Boss, isn't that the story of the wild world that cats take away from you? This is a store. So these cats are store staff, too. I mean, a cat. I don't think it's possible that I haven't even had dinner."
Mary's words seem utterly honest.
"So what are these cats?
Mary put her round hand under her mouth and looked like she was thinking.
"Sorry."
Mary's "sorry" wasn't sure what her apology was for.
"Maybe half Franz's theory is correct."
"Is that what you mean? Mary's a discipline."
If I think I'm getting a negative opinion, I'll honestly accept that theory. I can't tell you what to do.
"This is a shop, but the environment here feels close to the wild world."
Still Mary was staring at those cats.
"I don't know, you're not used to people. If you were a cat that was kept, it's normal that you haven't done this much too much, but things are different."
- And that's when we and someone else came up.
Enemy! I thought I looked back and was an earlier female clerk with a troubled face.
At least I don't feel like hostility or malice.
"You're worried about the kids there, aren't you? He seems weak...... I'm giving you dinner, but I don't seem to have much appetite."
With his troubled face, the clerk sighs.
"Me, I like cats, and when I work here, I hear that money goes into foster organizations, and I start working... I often see cats that look painful and I don't hang up."
I guess this guy likes cats properly.
Otherwise, you won't be able to reveal this to anyone but a guest.
But he doesn't look very professional either.
I only like cats, so it's like I'm working here.
The clerk looked around for a moment.
"I don't even seem to have an owner right now, so could you look at the backyard if you like?