"Give me the dried small fish."
Young Master Shannon was in a good mood, and even Harry, the silly cat, looked more pleasing to him.
The servant immediately brought Harry's dried small fish. Upon seeing them, Harry's eyes went wide.
He stretched out his neck, wanting to sniff the fragrant aroma of the dried fish.
Thomas Shannon's slender fingertips held a dried fish, a faint smile playing on the corner of his mouth. "Want to eat?"
"MEOW!" Harry quickly raised his front paws, pawing at Thomas Shannon's hand, and moved his head forward to bite it.
Thomas Shannon's eyes darkened. "Don't move."
Harry froze, looking utterly dejected, his mouth hanging open. He shot Thomas Shannon an aggrieved glance, let out a pitiful MEOW, and pulled his neck back.
"Look how timid you are." Thomas Shannon chuckled, feeding him the dried small fish. "Eat up."
Harry immediately forgot his dignity as a cat and happily gnawed on the dried small fish.
