While everyone else was still struggling, Mr. Furball had already pounced, snagged a piece, and gulped it down in two or three bites.
Little kittens are always more impulsive than humans and find it more difficult to control their instincts.
Moreover, Mr. Furball had already been through a crossover once, so his fear of death was not as intense as the others'.
After eating, he smacked his lips thoughtfully and then realized that everyone was staring at him.
"You all aren't planning to just do nothing and keep watching me, are you? Don't worry, if I'm poisoned, I'll howl in agony and roll around on the ground, making sure no one misses my tragic death," Mr. Furball assured, patting his chest.
"How does it taste?" Ma Lu asked the question everyone was worried about.
The ragdoll cat seemed contemplative, "I swallowed it so quickly just now that I didn't pay much attention... but it's definitely tastier than catnip, without a doubt."
