In the night, Vladimir ran ahead at a brisk pace. He could have jumped over the wall and cut corners, but the yellow and white cat had just eaten too much, and sometimes it could not run, let alone climb the wall.
"Little devil! Hurry up! Don't dilly-dally! We have to work hard to do this job. If you can't even overcome these small difficulties, how can we do big things?"
Even though it had been planning to bring the yellow and white cat to see the world, Vladimir gave it a stricter requirement, treating it like a child soldier—a soldier that was ready for war, not a pitiful stray cat.
Before, when the yellow and white kitten had slopes and obstacles that it could not climb, Vladimir would pull it, push it, or simply take it by the back of its neck and put it down. But from now on, such preferential treatment would cease.
