Early the next morning.
The first thing that Zhang Zian saw when he opened his eyes was a blue-gray tail moving left and right under the curtains. Vladimir seemed to have woken up before the sun was up and it was just sitting on the window sill and looking outside.
Zian sat up and began to put on his clothes.
Vladimir poked its head out of the curtains and leaped lightly down from the window sill. The Russian Blue cat's body, which was completely different from the British shorthair, was clearly very agile.
"What time are we heading out today? My iron fist is already hungry and thirsty!" It clenched a front paw and was very excited.
"We don't have to rush this. Are you sure you don't need me to prepare a place for you to sleep?" Zhang Zian asked.
