If cats aren't like dogs, then what are they like?

  Have you ever watched a woman?

  Have you ever seen a woman eating fish?

  Have you ever seen a woman lying in the arms of both her husband and her lover?

  Do you know whose cws have left scars on many a man's face?

  Do you know why some men go mad? Why do some take their lives?

  If you think cats are like women, you are mistaken.

  In truth, cats are not like women—it's just that many women happen to be like cats.

  This particur cat was bck, its fur sleek and shiny, gleaming with a deep luster.

  Guo Dalu was carefully studying the cat.

  A man starving to the point of dizziness would have no interest in studying a cat. In fact, a man starving to the point of dizziness would have no interest in studying anything at all.

  Guo Dalu, of course, was already full.

  Just like the morning before, as soon as the food was set on the table, they heard the cat's bell jingling.

  Suddenly, Guo Dalu said, “This cat is well-fed. It has always been well-fed. A cat that goes hungry often would never look like this.”

  Yan Qi chuckled and asked, “So after all this time, that's what you were studying?”

  Guo Dalu ignored him and continued, “If all this furniture, wine, food, and even that coffin were sent by someone called ‘Mr. Goodgood,’ then this cat must also belong to him. So…”

  Yan Qi asked, “So what?”

  Guo Dalu said, “So Mr. Goodgood's home must be very comfortable and wealthy. Otherwise, this cat wouldn't be so fat and well-fed.”

  Yan Qi blinked. “And what does that mean?”

  Guo Dalu said, “If I were a cat and had such a rich owner, I would never run off with anyone else.”

  Yan Qi said, “So…?”

  Guo Dalu said, “So if we let this cat go, it will definitely find its way back to its owner.”

  Yan Qi′s eyes lit up. “Then why are you still holding it?”

  Guo Dalu patted the cat’s neck and grinned. “Brother Cat, if you can lead us to your owner, I promise to treat you to fish heads every day.”

  With that, he let go and set the cat outside the door.

  But to his surprise, the cat let out a soft “meow” and immediately jumped back onto him, even extending its tongue to gently lick his hand.

  Yan Qi ughed. “Looks like this cat is female—and she's taken a liking to you.”

  Guo Dalu picked up the cat by the scruff of its neck and set it down again.

  Yet the cat kept circling around him.

  Frowning, Guo Dalu asked, “Why aren't you leaving? Don't you miss your owner? He's always treated you well.”

  Wang Dong suddenly chuckled and said, “A cat's memory may not be great, but its instincts are sharp.”

  Guo Dalu asked, “Sharp instincts?”

  Wang Dong replied, “It knows there's food here, so why would it bother going anywhere else?”

  Guo Dalu frowned. “But I'm not its owner. Why is it clinging to me?”

  Wang Dong said, “Didn't you just feed it a whole fish?”

  Guo Dalu nodded.

  Wang Dong said, “Whoever feeds it fish is its owner.”

  Guo Dalu sighed. “Looks like it really is a female cat.”

  Lin Taiping suddenly asked, “What if there's no fish here?”

  Wang Dong replied, “Then maybe it will go back.”

  Lin Taiping chuckled. “I just hope this cat actually knows the way.”

  The cat did, in fact, know the way.

  If it couldn't find food outside, regardless of where it was, it would always find its way home.

  From morning throughout the afternoon, there had been nothing to eat. Whether human or cat, hunger was unbearable. Now, even if Guo Dalu wanted to hold onto the cat, it wouldn't let him.

  With a swift movement, it darted off.

  Guo Dalu followed closely behind.

  Yan Qi followed Guo Dalu, and Lin Taiping followed Yan Qi.

  Wang Dong said, “You'd better not follow too closely.”

  Lin Taiping asked, “What about you?”

  Wang Dong didn't reply—he simply sighed, as if the question itself was foolish.

  Then, he y down.

  To the left of the hillside was a vast field of unmarked graves. Even during the Qingming Festival, few people came to pay respects.

  Those buried here had been overlooked in life and forgotten even faster in death.

  A poor man's retives and friends were already few to begin with—let alone a poor man who had died.

  Guo Dalu often felt sentimental about this pce. Every time he came, it stirred up countless emotions.

  But now was not the time for sentimentality.

  The cat ran fast.

  It darted into the graveyard and then out again, moving so swiftly that from a distance, it looked like a streak of bck smoke.

  Catching up to a cat is never easy. Unless you focus entirely on the chase, there’s no time to think about anything else.

  Chasing a woman is the same.

  Perhaps it's because there's no time to think—that's why people keep chasing.