The moment Renee Jennings finished speaking, the furry little ones immediately grew excited.
"MEOW MEOW MEOW! Oh my gosh, she can actually understand us cats!"
"WOOF? How can you understand us?"
"MEOW MEOW! She can understand meow-speak! Brownie points! Brownie points!"
"..."
The smile in Renee Jennings's eyes deepened. "Are you all little sweethearts who have owners?"
A calico cat meowed, "I don't have an owner. Miss, do you want to be my owner? I'm very well-behaved."
Hearing this, Renee Jennings didn't have the heart to refuse it.
Just as she was wondering how to answer, a tabby cat scrambled to say, "MEOW MEOW MEOW! Miss, look at me! I'm also very good, and I promise I won't tear up the house!"
Goldie also barked, "I promise not to tear up the house either!"
'Looks like they're all poor little things without owners.'
'But...'
Renee Jennings raised an eyebrow slightly, asking curiously, "How do you all know that no one likes little rascals who tear up the house?"
