Meow! It was unbearable for Matcha. He had washed and licked himself clean in the bathroom as the stench was making him dizzy. Now he was splattered again. Was he not being messed around with?
"I, Matcha, will not suffer such an insult, meow!" Matcha bolted to Brandon's face, positioned both his front and back paws, knelt his buttocks down and straightened his tail— his excretion pose.
"I shall reciprocate evil with evil!"
Zhao Yao rolled his eyes, covered his nose and waved his hand, saying, "Enough, do not create trouble. If you excrete on his face, how will I question him? Go and wash yourself."
"Why can't I treat him the way he treated me?" Matcha shouted indignantly, "Are you bullying me because I am a cat?"
Zhao Yao sighed and said, "Do not be impulsive Matcha. Wash yourself first before it dries, otherwise, it won't be easy to clean."
