The cat's son is really getting married, holding his own rat-in-law, kissing on the left, kissing on the right, that's not going to show up from morning to night.
In a few days, the mouse girl gets used to the passion of the cat, doesn't get so scared when she first comes in, reaches out and touches the little nose of the cat, and the cat gets warmer to the mouse girl, and expresses herself in the tongue. It's a big step in the history of biology.
And the cat's dog brother was passing by, walking straight through, as if he were saying, "You two go wherever you want, I won't look at you, and by the way, I'm missing a daughter-in-law." I want a tiger to be my daughter-in-law. What? No, no, no, no. I'm a nobility bachelor dog. I think the dog's mind must be complicated, and the world, different species, can make a couple.