A Post-Apocalyptic Cat's Plan to Raise Twoleg Cubs

The gray sky, the smell of putrid smell and blood. The human woman looked behind her with nostalgia, but in the end she couldn't face this desperate world and jumped out of the window. The smell of blood became thicker, and the roars of beasts and the sounds of gnawing flesh were constantly intertwined. A flash of white that was completely different from the environment lightly jumped over, running and jumping silently on the smooth surface of the building, and got into the window where the human woman jumped. Another breath of life in the house was weak and lingering. The intruder sat elegantly on the window sill, its upturned ears trembling slightly, its long, snow-white and soft hair wrapping its body, its long tail curled up in a circle and hanging peacefully at its feet. This is a cat. It licked its paws, and its beautiful dark blue pupils shrank, reflecting the figure of another owner of the aura in the room - white and tender skin, two pink and white little hands raised into fists stretched above its head, wearing thick clothes, a little red hat with pointed ears on its head, and covered with a quilt with a cat pattern. She was sleeping soundly at this time. A little baby, a fragile and harmless Twoleg cub... Very delicious. The cat jumped to the floor. It calmly walked on elegant cat steps and approached the two-legged cub that was left on the bed. The claws that were half hidden and half exposed in the soft foot pads inadvertently left a few sharp scratches on the ground... Concept: Life has the same weight