Xu Yang's small courtyard.
The environment here is very good, fresh and clean.
The roads were swept clean, the lawns laid out flat.
Dogs and raccoons play in the yard.
Just then, Sang Biao the tabby cat lightly leaped onto the top of the wall.
Its gaze fixed tightly on the resting Maine Cat on the cat climbing frame.
This Maine Cat was still young, but its body was quite large, already almost as big as the Tabby Cat.
Sang Biao could tell this was a kitten, but its size surprised him immensely.
If it could speak human language, it would definitely exclaim in shock,
"Is this TM eight years old?"
Sang Biao doesn't bully kittens.
Cats only pick fights with adult cats, they are too lazy to bother with kittens.
So at this time, Sang Biao was a bit hesitant.
Should he fight this one?
By all reasoning, when other cats appear within its territory, they should definitely be taught a lesson.
