This feeling is like witnessing a huge contrast, as if seeing a loud, arm-swinging auntie cursing in the street suddenly turn into a delicate, demure young lady.

Jogging along the familiar woods, I arrived at the small grove next to the family quarters, where Big Ben and Sheriff, summoned by Buddy's call, were already waiting.

Big Ben still had that half-asleep, droopy-eyed look, and as for Sheriff, who knows what it was chewing in its mouth—probably some kind of insect.

The four cats walked a bit deeper into the woods. Logan Bennett twitched his ears; it seemed like there were other people in the woods.

Looking up, he happened to spot that patch of blue on a tree ahead.

It was “General.” That guy’s yellow crescent-shaped marking by its mouth always made Logan Bennett feel like it was grinning mischievously.

After Buddy looked up and saw “General,” he opened his mouth, “Meow—”

The “General” on the tree heard the sound, glanced down at the four cats below with its yellow-ringed eyes, then raised the paw without the tracking anklet to its mouth: “Shh—”

Logan Bennett: “……”

What is this guy spying on again?

Chapter 7: This Guinea Pig Can’t Be Eaten!

Logan Bennett climbed up the tree, standing high to look in the direction of the voices.

It didn’t take long for Logan Bennett to get the gist of it. It was pretty much like the soap operas Aunt Jiao watched recently, except the woman wasn’t crying or making a scene.

After watching for a while, Logan Bennett got impatient, climbed down the tree to take a stroll, leaving that bored parrot to keep watching the real-life soap opera from the tree. At least this way it wouldn’t come bother Logan Bennett. In fact, Logan Bennett hoped that soap opera would “air” all day or even continuously. This kind of thought might sound immoral, but what is morality anyway? Since Logan Bennett could remember, that thing had always been kicked into a corner, occasionally picked up for a look, but as long as it didn’t involve his own interests, it would just stay there and get moldy—Logan Bennett wouldn’t even glance at it.

Under the tree, only Big Ben was lying there in a “peasant squat,” eyes half-closed as if about to fall asleep. As for Sheriff and Buddy, they’d probably gone off to play somewhere, unable to sit still.

In this area, there were only a few spots the cats frequented, so Logan Bennett didn’t worry about not finding the other two. Even if he couldn’t spot them right away, a couple of calls would bring them back—they wouldn’t go far.

He flicked his tail to tap Big Ben, signaling him to follow. This guy always seemed sleep-deprived. At first, Logan Bennett thought it was due to overthinking, but later realized that even when Big Ben didn’t use his brain much, he still looked like this. But who would have imagined that such a drowsy-looking fat cat could skillfully use Morse code?

You can’t judge a book by its cover, and the same goes for cats.

Not far from the family compound was a small supermarket called “Dongyuan Supermarket.” Recently, Dongyuan Supermarket was under renovation, and some sand and gravel were piled up by the back door. The workers were off today, so there was no one at the back entrance.

When Logan Bennett arrived at the back door of Dongyuan Supermarket, he saw Buddy squatting on the pile of sand, looking solemn and serious as he did his business. After finishing, he used his paw to cover it with sand, shook his fur, and left as if nothing had happened.

After surgery, Buddy no longer peed everywhere, but his nature remained—he always liked to poop in the most unexpected places.

Logan Bennett imagined what the workers’ expressions would be like if, tomorrow, they shoveled up a pile of cat poop, or if they didn’t notice and smeared it right onto the wall…

If Logan Bennett were the owner of this supermarket, he’d definitely beat the crap out of that idiot Buddy.

If you keep walking past Dongyuan Supermarket, you’ll see a big lawn. But usually, Logan Bennett and the others didn’t go there, because there were always lots of people—adults and kids alike. Going there was just asking for trouble. Mischievous kids are the nemesis of all pets: if they grab your tail, you can’t even scratch them, and if the kid gets in trouble, it’s the cat that gets punished.

So basically, when Logan Bennett and the others came over, they just played in the small grove between Dongyuan Supermarket and the big lawn.

Buddy was scratching trees, moving from one to another. Sheriff was foraging again, looking for little insects as snacks. As for Big Ben, he was curled up with his front paws tucked in, lying in the grass in a peasant squat, seemingly uninterested in everything around him.

Logan Bennett scanned the area, saw no one approaching, and jumped onto a stone table in the woods, settling down in a sunny spot to rest.

The scent of osmanthus faintly drifted on the wind. The noise from the lawn didn’t reach this little grove. Occasionally, the sounds of the two cats pouncing or scratching could be heard.

The warm sunlight made Logan Bennett feel a bit drowsy.

Suddenly, a strange cry came from the grass not far away. It sounded like a bird, but on closer listen, it was different. Logan Bennett had been here so long and had never heard such a sound.

Logan Bennett opened his eyes. Where the sound came from, Buddy was raising a front leg, twisting his neck left and right, as if weighing where to strike.

On the other side, Sheriff heard the noise and ran over. The next moment, a ball of fur darted out.

A guinea pig?

Locals also called it a “Dutch pig.”