I'm Really Not the Demon God's Lackey Chapter 290: It’s Impossible For The Pigeon To Be Here

Lin Jie stroked his chin as he watched the pigeon flying away. That pigeon does seem rather fat, doesn't it?

No wonder Whitey is still so restless even though Mu’en has been feeding it cat food every day. Looks like the food at home can’t compare to outside food. What a greedy cat.

It’s in a cat’s nature to catch birds. After all, playing with the cat teaser is a similar act… Mhmm, that makes sense.

Lin Jie's eyes fell on the cat teaser stick that he had just placed aside.

It’s all my fault. Seems like my own creation of this cat teaser triggered Whitey’s intrinsic nature.

He stroked Whitey's fur and sighed, trying his best to persuade his pet, "Ah, that’s also a little life right there. Isn’t there cat food for you at home, Whitey? Don't you have enough to eat? And your fur is all white…”

Meow~~~

Whitey turned around and cautiously placed his two fluffy paws on Lin Jie’s arms. It then plucked up the courage to look up and call out softly.

Those clear, buttery, sad little eyes were full of chagrin and longing.

It perfectly portrayed the image of a clever yet mischievously cute little cat.

Look at how I’ve worked chasing after that cat stick. Just let me eat that delicious-smelling fellow as well as his companion that’s rushing over—was what Whitey was trying to imply.

As a cat lover, Lin Jie's heart melted.

It was just a pigeon. How could he not give his child what it wanted?

"Oh, alright then..." His words of persuasion stopped at his lips. With a slight sigh, he pinched Whitey’s paw and said, "Go out and have fun. I'll ask Mu’en to go look for you later. Remember not to stray too far."

Lin Jie felt as though he was the ‘caring mother’ worried for his child that was traveling somewhere far away. Regardless of whether Whitey understood him or not, he would let Mu’en know about this and have her keep an eye on the little cat.

Also, based on how it acted most of the time, Whitey seemed rather intelligent. Therefore, the little cat must have been able to understand its master’s concern at the moment.

Meow!

Whitey’s ey

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