Caishen would not take his eyes off the golden cat that was eating breakfast at their table this morning. The cat was feasting elegantly on a meal of cooked liver and rice.
A most amusing thing was that the cat had a bib around it's neck as if it was a small human child.
His wife who had not explained the origins of the cat had her head face down on the table, dozing as if she had not slept a wink at night.
Xiaobo was enjoying the cereal which was prepared from the milk Alix had bought them. Occasionally he would look at the cat and smile.
The cat would look at him derisively and then glare at Baby as if she was the invader in the house.
As Caishen sipped his milk and enjoyed his peanut butter and jelly sandwich, he wondered what was going on in his house.
His wife whose appetite never failed her had not even touched her breakfast yet.
"Alix." he shook her.
"Mmmm." she responded lazily and softly.
