Chapter 1048: A Bag of Dried Fish

A bag of dried fish may have been looked down upon by family cats, who slept in the latest cat bed and ate only the best canned cat food. Their owner’s Simmons bed was open to them anytime they wanted.

But for lonely, stray cats that had hard lives, dried fish was a luxurious, full course meal!

Occasionally, stray cats found dried fish in garbage bags that were thrown away by humans. They would collect them and treasure them. They wanted to eat the delicious food right away, but they knew that some cats needed dried fish more than them!

One by one, the precious cans of dried fish were sent to the black cat without ears, and it had accumulated them over time. The black cat without ears was responsible for the comfort of the wounded warriors on the battlefield. Even if it was just a small sniff of the scent of the dried fish, the injured cat seemed to have forgotten its pain and gained back some strength.

It struggled to move. Lacking in energy, it used one claw to push the dried fish back. Its meaning was, “I’m fine. Leave the dried fish for other cats to eat.”

The earless cat continued to push the dried fish to its mouth. “There’s no need to hold yourself back. Eat the dried fish and heal your wounds. The work of the good needs your effort, too!

The injured cat could no longer reject it, and with hot tears in its eyes, it ate the dried fish. Although the dried fish had a lot of dust and sand on it, it was still very nice to eat.

No, the dried fish was the best dried fish it had ever eaten, because there were heartfelt wishes from its comrades that came along with it!

The dried fish, which had been torn into pieces, landed in its stomach and was dissolved by its gastric juices. A warm feeling was released throughout its body.

It suddenly stood up all at once, seeming to have limitless strength in it!

The nearby stray cats saw that it had stood up, and instantly, there was an explosion of happy yells!

The rottweiler, which was caught in a battle, saw the scene and was almost so scared it urinated! The f*ck… Is this dried fish some Cat God’s magic beans?

The cat that could not even stand up suddenly became like a dragon and a tiger combined after it ate the dried fish… Its recovery was not scientific!

In fact, the cat’s wounds were still painful, but in order to ease the worries of his comrades, it suppressed its pain with a tenacity of will. Although it couldn’t fight immediately, it could inspire other comrades, even if it only stood at the sidelines.

The power of role models inspired the cats. They knew that they were not alone in their fight. They had strong backup behind them. Every cat was part of the group. No matter who was injured, they would not be abandoned.

The stray cats went crazy and rushed at the rottweiler more fearlessly. The dog was covered with cats. Its skin was torn open and numerous wounds bled profusely. Even though it was as strong as an ox, its footsteps gradually staggered.

The momentum of both sides was changing. The rottweiler no longer roared, but sobbed with fear. Even in the face of dobermann, pitbull, and bulldog, which were as strong as it was, it had never been so afraid. It felt that it was not facing a group of stray cats, but a group of desperate evil spirits from hell!

There were cats that had gotten injured and had to retire from the fight, but there were constantly new cats that rushed in to take the place of the injured.

Some cats were seriously injured and could not fight again; even after they ate dried fish, they could not stand up. The black cat without ears worked with other sterilized cats. It grabbed the injured by the back of the neck, then dragged them to a safe place. That was the way Vladimir had taught them.

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They would attack the butt hole and the key parts of the dog, which were all methods Vladimir had taught them as well. They didn’t know where it had learned such a trick… but it really worked!

The earless black cat placed the injured on the backs of other cats, and brought the injured away from the battlefield. It would then return to the battlefield.

After dinner, the rottweiler’s owner sat on his sofa and watched television as his food digested. The leftovers were left in the dishes and nobody was bothered to clean them up. Finally, the wife of the house stood up, poured the leftovers into the porridge, and stirred them slightly, getting them ready to feed to the dog later.

“Why does the dog sound so strange?” the wife asked, confused.

“It’s nothing. What could be wrong with it?” The husband pretended to watch television, then took advantage of when his wife left to secretly look at his phone screen. He muttered in his heart, Why are the girls on TikTok so good looking? He was randomly pacifying his old wife that was lacking in looks.

“That’s not right. Go out and take a look. I feel like this sound is not right,” the wife insisted. “It can’t be that someone is stealing the dog, right?”

“Do you think that our dog is a Husky? Who would dare to steal it? Do they no longer want their life?”

“I asked you to go out and take a look, you should just go out and take a look! You could have already gone out and looked a long time ago with the effort you spent saying this bullsh*t!” The wife angrily shouted in a loud voice.

The husband could not fight with his wife; he could only leave the sofa lazily and slowly walk out. The WiFi signal grew poorer the further away he got from the house, so the pretty ladies on his phone would morph into cartoons.

After walking a few steps in the yard, he suddenly felt that something was wrong. Why was it so quiet? The dog had just called out… Why was it not calling out now?

He stepped on a soft object under his feet, looked down, and found his rottweiler lying on the ground powerlessly and covered with scars. Although the wounds were shallow and not fatal, its fur was dyed red. It looked very scary.

The rottweiler glared at its owner in anger. If it had been stepped on in the past, it would have even dared to bite its owner, but at that moment, it did not even have the energy to open its mouth.

“What the… what the f*ck! What’s going on here?” The male owner was so scared he almost dropped his phone. His dog seemed to have been attacked.

There are messy paw prints––dog’s and other animal’s––on the ground around them. Judging from the paw prints and the dog’s scratches, the dog seemed to have been attacked by some kind of feline beast… There were no other animals besides felines that could silently injure an adult rottweiler like that.

He didn’t help his dog. Instead, he shivered and started the flashlight function of his mobile phone. He shone a circle around him, frightened. He didn’t find the so-called feline beast, so he put his heart back in his chest.

“My wife! It’s not good! Our dog was attacked, almost to the point of death! Quickly, bring the red medicine and bandages!” he shouted as he rushed into the house.

The wife anxiously grabbed the medical kit and ran out of the house. Seeing the pitiful state their dog was in in, her heart ached so much she almost cried. “Who… who did this?” she asked angrily.

The male owner was just about to say something when he suddenly heard a wail from the neighbor’s dog. It was then quiet again.

He met her eyes, and they shivered at the same time. They looked towards the darkness that hung like thick, black ink.

They had already entered May. It was at the turn of spring and summer, but they felt a chill pass over their bodies. The night was especially dark and long.