One small body was lying underneath a bunch of hangers as Matcha stopped time again.
Matcha finally had a good look at the cat's face.
It was a tiny black kitten which was as big as a human's palm. From the looks of it, it was only 2 or 3 months old. Because of its black fur, Matcha could only differentiate its eyes from its shadow.
"Wadawadawadawadawadawada!"
During the time freeze, Matcha vented all his frustration on the kitten as he landed multiple slaps across its face. When time resumed, the little kitten was howling in pain as it fell to the ground.
"You loser! Do you still want to fight against me?" Matcha asked with his paws pressing against the kitten's face, "Where is my phone? Return it to me!"
His rage and fury erupted as the little kitten opened its eyes.
"Meow!"
