With a reminder from Henry, he gasped, “Oh my god, could this be a cougar or a leopard?”

Henry, who had been waiting for him to give the answer, rolled his eyes and exclaimed, “Cougars and leopards have much bigger eggs than this! This is a cat, but it’s a margay, a long-tailed margay!”

“Oh, so it’s still a cat.” David Thompson gave an awkward laugh. “That’s good, I thought I’d picked up a leopard or something.”

“No way to communicate,” Henry sighed. “I just want to ask you, do you know how much a long-tailed margay is worth?”

David Thompson shrugged and said, “I don’t know, but I don’t care either. I plan to take care of it until it’s healthy, then let it return to nature. No matter how much it’s worth, I won’t sell it.”

“Are you doing charity or something?!”

“Yes, in this case I am doing charity.”

Henry drove to the bank, and when he came out he said, “This time we really don’t have much money to get the warehouse, we need to think carefully.”

David Thompson asked, “Didn’t you go to the bank to withdraw money?”

Henry shrugged and said, “No, I was transferring money out, to a welfare home.”

“I don’t believe a word you say.” David Thompson sneered.

On the way back, he searched online for information about the long-tailed margay. He had always thought he’d rescued a big yellow cat, but after checking online, he realized this was just a kitten. When fully grown, including the tail, they can easily reach 1.2 meters!

A 1.2-meter-long animal is still called a cat? David Thompson thought this thing might as well be called a tiger.

As for the price of a margay, he didn’t look it up. Now he already knew that this thing was extremely valuable, and he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to resist selling the little guy.

In a new environment, and with its hind legs in a cast and wrapped in bandages, Kitty became more cautious. After entering David Thompson’s bedroom, it hid itself in the quilt, only exposing its big eyes, which rolled around warily as it looked out.

“Those who know how to adapt are wise,” David Thompson tapped its forehead. “You’d better behave, or I’ll send you to the zoo!”

Sensing the unfriendly tone, Kitty shrank its head back, this time not even showing its eyes.

When he took it to the hospital earlier, David Thompson had felt its belly and noticed it was flat, probably both thirsty and hungry. Back in the bedroom, he fetched a piece of chicken breast and poured some clean water for the kitten.

As soon as the chicken breast appeared, Kitty immediately poked its head out from under the quilt.

It stared wide-eyed at the chicken breast, then gulped hard. David Thompson smiled and placed it in front of the kitten.

But the little thing slapped the chicken away with its paw, growling “woo woo” from its throat, looking like a martyr who would rather die than drink from a tainted spring.

David Thompson ignored it and browsed news about warehouse auctions.

Suddenly, Kitty let out a cry: “Meow!”

David Thompson turned his head in surprise and found the chicken breast was gone. Kitty was staring at him with big, expectant eyes.

He brought another piece of chicken breast. Kitty gripped the mattress with its front paws and, just like a PLA soldier crawling forward, dragged its cast-bound hindquarters over: “Meow meow meow meow meow meow!”

After eating four pieces of chicken breast in a row, Kitty finally quieted down.

When it was time to sleep, it opened its mouth and started crying again: “Meow meow meow!”

David Thompson looked helplessly at the kitten. “Alright, you’ve eaten enough, you can’t eat anymore. How about going to sleep?”

“Meow meow meow!” The cries became even more pitiful.

He ignored the kitten and buried his head in the quilt. After a while, he poked his head out, only to be greeted by a foul stench—Kitty’s wailing was because it needed to relieve itself.

At that moment, David Thompson finally understood why felines love cleanliness. Their poop is so stinky that if they weren’t clean, they’d probably suffocate themselves.

The worst part was, the little margay needed to go every hour—either poop or pee. Since Kitty couldn’t move, David Thompson had to get up every hour.

He didn’t sleep well that night and really wanted to catch up on sleep the next day.

But the auction for the Bachelor Warehouse Company was being held on February 5th, and there wasn’t much time left for the two of them. He could only carry the little margay and go look for the motorcycle.

This time, the Bachelor Warehouse Company was only auctioning off five warehouses.

“These five warehouses belong to Tony Bates. He’s a well-known motorcycle enthusiast in Flagpole City. Last year, he bought a Harley-Davidson Street Glide, which should be stored in here,” Henry explained.

“In that case, why doesn’t he want it anymore?”

“Because he’s dead. The guy crashed his motorcycle under a truck while speeding. So, if you want to live long, stay away from motorcycles.”

The five warehouses weren’t connected, which increased David Thompson’s workload.

But with his experience searching for the massage chair, he was much more at ease this time.

Entering the first warehouse, he glanced around. Unfortunately, he saw the silhouette of a motorcycle.

But then new hope arose. There were motorcycles in this warehouse—not just one, but two. However, neither of them was a Harley; they were both Yamahas.