While Zhang Zian and the others were nervously paying attention to the fate of the puppies being operated on, Vladimir was also watching from the side, but it wasn't very focused. Instead, it was watching while observing the surrounding movements.
Just as the puppy was having a problem, it heard a soft sound from the plastic ceiling, as if something had jumped up. It looked up and saw a black cat with a missing ear staring at it. Occasionally, it glanced at the puppy on the table whose ears had been cut off. It seemed to have awakened some memories of the past.
Was it the scheduled time?
Vladimir saw that Zhang Zian and the others weren't paying attention to it, so it quietly slipped away. It ran on the ground, and the black cat with a missing ear jumped on the ceiling. Together, they ran to the scheduled meeting place.
There were many people in the dog market. On the road, some people saw this seemingly ownerless blue cat and wanted to catch it and take it home, but it nimbly avoided them. For those who tried to catch it, it would play tricks on them until they gave up, dejected.
Along the way, it saw many cats locked in cages. They weren't as lucky as the cats in the Amazing Fate Pet Shop, who could play and run freely in the shop, waiting for suitable owners to take them home.
Was it happier to be a pampered house cat, or was it happier to be an unrestrained stray cat?
How could it know the happiness of a cat if it wasn't a cat?
Vladimir had contradictions hidden in its heart. On the one hand, it encouraged the stray cats to resist oppression, but on the other hand, it wasn't a stray cat. It had a fixed and safe place to sleep every night. This was also reflected in its attitude towards the yellow and white kitten. It still hoped that the yellow and white kitten could find an owner so that it didn't have to live a life of wandering and living under someone else's roof. This was because it knew how hard it was for stray cats. Although they had freedom, they lived a precarious life every day.
It hoped that all stray cats could set foot on the shore of happiness. They could have freedom, and they didn't have to worry about their safety. They could eat together, enjoy together, and be warm everywhere … They didn't have to beg anymore, they didn't have to hide under the hood of a car to take shelter from the wind, and they didn't have to be hit by a car when crossing the road.
It firmly believed that one day, this long-cherished wish would be realized. The future was bright, but the road was tortuous. It might take generations of cats to fight for it to be realized.
However, the realization of this wish would be resisted by most humans. Humans wouldn't agree to another species being on equal footing with them.
Therefore …
It stopped and looked back in the direction of Zhang Zian. Although his figure had been blocked by many people, it knew that he was there and was still surprised by his sudden disappearance.
If it wanted to lead the stray cats on the road to fight against humans, would he still understand it?
Probably not. After all, there was a saying: "Those who are not of our race are bound to have different intentions."
Therefore, it was destined to be lonely on this path.
The people in front of them were getting thinner and thinner. It seemed that they had gradually left the range of the dog market and escaped from the pungent smell of dog feces and cat urine. They could finally breathe fresh air.
The earless black cat had already jumped down from the ceiling and was running side by side with Vladimir. To be precise, it was running half a body behind Vladimir as a sign of respect.
Vladimir slowed down several times, wanting the earless black cat to keep pace with him. However, the earless black cat slowed down accordingly, always allowing him to maintain the lead.
It didn't want this to happen. It vaguely felt that there was a problem with this. It didn't want the stray cats to worship it too much and worship it as a god. They should believe in its theories, not itself … No, it should be me.
However, it was undeniable that it did not dislike this.
Everyone liked to be worshipped by others of their kind. No one was an exception.
It was not a saint, nor was it a holy cat. It had tried its best to restrain itself, but sometimes it was still complacent because of the stray cats' worship of it.
It always said "I am not a god" because it was worried that one day it would forget this sentence and think of itself as a god.
The stray cats thought of it as a god. If it lost its clear mind and thought of itself as a god under the worship of the group of cats, then it … would eventually become the object of its hatred.
What was the point of overthrowing the god and then becoming a god?
This was an unsolvable cycle, the cycle of the rise and fall of a dynasty. It hoped that it could break this cycle and not be trapped in it.
It hoped that someone could remind it at all times, tell it that "you are not a god," tell it that "you can make mistakes," tell it that it did not have to carry the fate of the stray cats on its shoulders alone, tell it that it could rely on the wisdom of the group of cats to fully display the subjective initiative of the group of cats.
Zhang Zian seemed to be the closest candidate. As long as he was given enough time, he might be able to do it.
As long as humans were given enough time, they might be able to recognize their own mistakes and reflect on their own mistakes.
But Vladimir did not have time. It could not watch the stray cats be abused and slaughtered by humans.
It was a cat. It knew the joy of cats and the pain of cats, so it could only act in advance.
The surprise attack against the stray dogs was just another actual combat exercise. It did not care about the stray dogs at all. Victory was inevitable.
It did not care about the Holy Cat statue either. It was just a lifeless paper tiger. The inescapable net targeting the Holy Cat statue was gradually taking shape. The Holy Cat statue was like a grasshopper after autumn. It would not be able to jump for more than a few days and was about to fall into the sea of cat people's war.
Of the three mountains, the one that was truly unreachable gradually appeared in front of Vladimir. It was a mountain that no other species had ever reached.
A village appeared in front of it, and the sound of dogs barking could be heard from afar.
The black cat without an ear screamed as it ran. It meant that this village was the area with the highest concentration of stray dogs and domesticated dogs. Children and the elderly were often bitten, and old cats and kittens were bitten to death.
Vladimir came back from his thoughts and followed the black cat without an ear. They turned left and right, passing through a green wheat field. They ran briskly over the fields and came to a highland full of weeds.
"Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow!"
A stray cat that was in charge of guarding jumped out from the weeds and blocked their way. It stretched out a front paw and said the secret signal.
"Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow!"
The black cat without an ear also replied to the secret signal with the same posture. Although it sounded similar, there was a slight difference in the cadence of its voice.
The stray cat guards made way, and the black cat without an ear and Vladimir were unimpeded.
There was an empty flat ground in the weeds. At this time, it was already occupied by hundreds of stray cats of all kinds.
Hundreds of pairs of eyes stared at Vladimir in unison.
It took a deep breath, clenched one of its front paws, and shouted, "Eliminate human tyranny. The world belongs to cats!"
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