This is not a common cat, but a Somali cat, a bit similar to the Abysian cat that Ron had seen on TV before. Its facial features and cheeks are slightly round and wedge-shaped, but its hair is longer. The V-shaped long ears also have long ear hairs. What is more peculiar is the thick long tail, which looks like a fox tail, which looks very warm and comfortable.

Most importantly, Ron had seen a pair of reunited objects shaking under his body while the cat was walking.

“…”

Unlucky! It turned out to be a fake girl!

Listening to the originally soft screams, Ron thought it was a female cat, but the result was a gentle male cat.

However, this also reduced Ron's psychological burden. He raised his front paws and hooked his claws at the beautiful cat in front of him. If the cat's claws could be like humans, Ron should have hooked his index finger contempt at this moment.

COME ON,baby!

Although he didn't understand Ron's claws, the Somali cat opposite obviously saw Ron's contempt. Its slender limbs pressed hard on the asphalt road of Fox Hill Community Avenue, and immediately Ron's sight was only a dark red afterimage.

not good!

This cat is faster than me!

When the physical differences are not large, the winning or losing are the movement speed and reflex nerves, and these two are often complementary and always together.

Not to mention, the Somali Cat, who is Ron's opponent, is even bigger than Ron at this moment.

Of course, Ron also has his own advantage, that is, in his chubby body, it does not contain the power of a cat at all. In short, Ron has the ability to kill one blow at the cat level!

"Swoosh~swoosh~swoosh~swoosh~swoosh~"

The flowing long hairs whistle in the autumn wind representing a rapid whistle, and the beautiful almond-shaped eyes are no longer soft, but the coldness of the hunter.

Although Ron impressed it with the power of the cats who shot flying just now, the Somali cat is more confident in its speed - no matter how powerful it is, it is like this, as long as it is not hit, wouldn't it be fine?

"Swoosh~swoosh~swoosh~swoosh~swoosh~"

The sound was getting closer and closer. Ron suddenly turned his head, and his shiny claws passed by. The little beard above Ron's eyes immediately floated away with the claws. When Ron turned around, the Somali cat had already withdrawn its claws and ran around Ron again.

You must think of a way, and you will lose it if you keep it for a long time!

Ron didn't think about chasing the Somali Cat. It was too fast and would definitely be beaten into a dog if it chased. Ron thought about it and slowly closed his eyes.

…………

"Mom, look, Orange is dealing with those bad cats!"

"Mom, mom, why doesn't the orange move?"

Although it was late at night, not everyone fell asleep. A little guy woke up in the middle of the night. His mother came to comfort him. He happened to see Ron fighting against the wild cat group under the street lights through the window, which made the little guy excited.

Although it did not threaten humans, the scammering screams at night were already very annoyed, not to mention that the little guy's pet dog was also scratched by this group of wild cats.

So in the eyes of the little guy, the Wildcat is a group of big bad guys, just like the ones shown in TV cartoons. As for Ron, who is brave enough to fight against the Wildcat group, he is a big hero.

…………

With the removal of vision, other perceptions will become more acute. In addition to smell and hearing, cats have another feeling, that is, their beards - while twisting their radar-like ears, using their beards to sense the airflow, Ron's heart was calm as water at this moment, reflecting around.

“Meow——!”

Here, with a shrill cat howl, a stream of air rushed towards Ron's face fiercely - this Somali cat seemed to have a special interest in attacking the head, which immediately made Ron's heart.

Lean back, hold your claws, lie on the ground, kick your legs!

Cats rarely use their hind legs unless they catch prey that is larger than themselves. For example, when lions hunt buffaloes, they will use their hind legs to cause more wounds to the buffalo to weaken the buffalo's physical strength.

At this moment, Ron tilted his back and let the Somali cat's sharp claws. At the same time, he grabbed the Somali cat's front paw with his front paws and kicked it hard with his hind legs!

“Meow——!”

The beautiful Somali cat immediately took off two floors vertically, howling and fell to the ground. It struggled to get up, and an orange-yellow hair claw was pressed against its forehead.

"Smack it!"

Let you invade!

Let you hurt the dogs and cats of Fox Hill!

Let you disturb the tranquility of Fox Hill!

It was impossible to speak, but it did not prevent Ron from thinking in his heart. Every time Ron thought, Ron's slap fell heavily on the Somali cat's head. After four or five slaps, the dizzy Somali cat finally gave in, purring, drooling, hanging its ears and beard, its tail rolled under its body, and its body shrank into a furry ball.

This is the cat's surrender pose, and the Somali cat admits that Ron is stronger than it.

As the Somali cat surrendered, other wild cats slowly approached, lying behind the Somali cat, making the same posture.

"Mother!"

"Oranges are so awesome~"

Through the window, the little guy excitedly told his mother beside him, and his mother also saw the situation outside the window.

There was no more creepy screams, under the orange street light, only Ron squatted, as if wearing a golden coat. In front of him, dozens of cats of various colors lay down, meeting the newly emerged leader.

“Meow~”

Let's go!

Stop coming again!

Looking around, confirming that the wild cat group had all obeyed. Ron let out a low growl and turned his head toward the Diesel family. Behind him, the Somali cat stood up and made a gentle cry.

So dozens of cats followed the Somali cats and ran along the Fox Hill Community Avenue, and soon disappeared into the darkness.

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Lorraine had two days off, and it was not until the third morning that Lorraine drove the bus back to the Orange County Police General Administration. Ron now has an official identity and was naturally put in a pet backpack.

Although after being taught a lesson by Ron, no wild cats cries were heard the next night, just in case, Ron walked around the Fox Hill Community Avenue when he left, leaving his claw marks on each tree trunk that was thick enough as a sign of dividing the territory.

Perhaps other wild cats will invade in the Fox Hill in the future, but when you see the claw marks on the tree, you will think about your weight.

As for Ron, he learned another lesson from the short holiday - although his own strength is no longer comparable to cats, the average cat's speed has gradually become a weakness.

Ron decided that when he returned to the Orange County Police General Administration, he needed to find a way to improve his movement speed.
Chapter completed!