A snow-white cat with bright ink-black eyes moved elegantly through the crowd, came to Marvin's side, and gently rubbed its head against his ankle, purring contentedly.
"Are you Little Mei?"
Marvin stroked its head.
"Meow~" Little Mei replied.
"Little Black, are you sure she can pick out Levin Boje from all these people?"
"Of course, meow!"
Its paw slowly clenching into a fist, Little Black confidently declared, "Little Mei has now firmly captured Friday's heart. Poor Friday is being toyed with in the palm of her hand. This is all part of my elaborate plan!"
"You... are quite the schemer."
With a slight twitch of his mouth, Marvin got a fairly good sense of Little Black's craftiness. This cat looked innocent, but in actuality...
It was full of mischief.
The cunning and conniving type.
Calling it a street bully wouldn't be an overstatement.
He really wanted to castrate it....
"Go, Little Mei!"
