When life becomes a routine, times passes quickly.
Zheng Tan's mornings now consisted of running, climbing stairs, climbing trees and practicing jumping.
The Jiao family calendar was flipped to November already. Only when he saw it, did Zheng Tan realize how much time had passed. He had been here for five months now.
Zheng Tan flexed his paws. Sharp claws appeared. These claws looked no different from the claws of other cats, but Zheng Tan knew, they were not the same. At least, they were different from what they were two months ago. He never deliberately grinded his claws, nor did he cut it. His claws grew, then his training wore them out. Then it grew again and was worn out again.
Cat claws were indeed a very magical thing. There were sharp, flexible and retractable. Some said that cat claws were like portable Swiss Army knives. So Zheng Tan was training his to become more sharp and more tough.
