"Dad, that is a weird-looking cat."
And that shifted everyone's attention to the big cage on top of the table.
Atlas barely had a glimpse of its face, but based on its size and body type, he assumed it was a cat.
Allison and Haines secretly bit their tongues as they snuck a look at Charles. Charles had this blank look on his face.
"That… that's not a cat," Haines breathed out, making Atlas furrow his brows.
If it wasn't a cat, then was it a baby hippo with hair?
"Mom, are we keeping pets now?" Slater frowned as he glanced at the cage. He let go of his mother's waist and approached the table, lowering his head to look at the cat. His face instantly crumpled in dismay.
"Is this a hybrid pet?" he blurted out, looking back at Charles curiously. "Dad, is this one of those exotic types?"
Curious, Atlas also lowered his head to examine the little animal inside.
