Pudding: Master, Master, look at how cute Mommy wrote about me!
Master (looking at the carrot secretly buried under the rice by Cat Pudding): I told you not to call the master, just eat the carrot.
Pudding (nuzzling, nuzzling, cute): Carrots don't taste good, only rabbits eat carrots. I'm a cat.
Master: How many times have I told you, you are a human being, not a rabbit or a cat.
Pudding (tilts head): He is obviously a cat.
Owner (serious face): Okay, cats can't eat chocolate ice cream, cakes, candies, braised pork, fried chicken wings, braised chicken feet, so these can only be eaten by the good kid next door.
Pudding (mouthed): No, that's mine.
The owner (pretending to be enlightened): By the way, cats can't sleep on a big bed. I think the box containing strawberries today is quite suitable for cats to sleep on.
Pudding (gnawing carrots with tears in his eyes): The master is a bad guy.
A man with a paralyzed and serious face changed from passive to active and became the guardian (guardian) of a kitten (cub) from another world. Happiness! Smell! Happy! See!