"Grandpa, this may not work."

"Orange has a public office at the Orange County Police General Bureau. When the holiday is over, I will take it back to work with me."

Shrugging his shoulders, Lorraine said that although he wanted to help him, Ron would definitely not be able to stay in Muridean. Ron, who was listening on the side, nodded slightly.

At the Orange County Police General Bureau, there are delicious food and drinks that you don’t enjoy every day. You stay in the ranch as a coolie? Your brain is broken!

Since there is no way to keep Ron who can hunt groundhogs, Grandpa Diesel can only find another way. Perhaps it is also a good idea to buy a few more ferocious cats in the pet store after Thanksgiving.

…………

The warm dinner was finally over. Aunt Susan and grandma cleaned up the restaurant, put all the excess food into the refrigerator, and then smiled and sent the Diesels's family into the guest room.

Grandpa didn’t have a cat at home, so naturally there was no cat nest. In the end, Aunt Susan made a cat nest on the sofa with a small blanket, which was just enough to deal with it overnight.

The night in the countryside is very quiet, with countless stars flashing in the sky, blinking like small eyes - in the chorus of crickets, hens and lambs outside the window, Ron squatted in the temporary cat's nest and dozed off.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooo~"

Just as Ron was about to fall asleep, a crying sound suddenly appeared in the room, causing Ron to be thrown into a basin of ice water on his head, and his tail instantly exploded into a feather duster.

“…”

No...it's not a ghost, right?

Isn't it only a black cat to see the ghost?

Whether in the East or the West, there are rumors that cats can see ghosts - the East believes that cats are negative, and in the West, it is rumored that cats' eyes are traded with the devil, so they can see ghosts.

However, Ron quickly firmed his heart that had been washed by proletarian atheism for more than ten years. He raised his head and twisted his ears, and soon discovered that the source of the crying was not in the house, but from outside.

So after listening for a while, Ron walked into the kitchen and jumped onto the kitchen window sill, opened the lock of the kitchen window, and gently opened the window.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooo~"

The air conditioner outside the window rushed in, causing Ron, who had just crawled out of the cat's nest to shivered, but the crying became clearer - through the window, Ron tracked the crying under the hazy starlight.

Finally, guided by the crying, Ron came to a small wood about a hundred meters away from Grandpa Diesel's house, and then saw a house.

The house was old and not a conventional wooden structure for Americans, but a shabby container full of rust. Except for cutting out windows and doors, there was only a little light inside.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooo~"

"Ahem, Molly..."

"You have done well enough..., don't blame yourself..."

In the United States, only the poorest people live in containers - Ron approached the container, jumped hard, hooked the edge of the window with his hair claws, and then pulled the cat's head across the window sill with force.

The windows were covered with dust, and through the window glass, Ron saw the scene inside.

Next to the window was a table with an oil lamp on it. The light Ron thought was emitted by this oil lamp. Next to the oil lamp, it was obviously the family's dinner - no turkey, no pie, only a bowl of mashed potatoes, a few spoonfuls of chickpeas and a few slices of black bread.

With his eyes shifting, Ron saw a shabby bed beside the table, and a middle-aged woman with a gray face lying in the old quilt on the bed, comforting her crying daughter while coughing.

"Mom, I'm sorry, I didn't win the game, that teddy bear can sell for a lot of money..."

"If I win the game and sell the teddy bear, you can eat turkey..."

The crying daughter of the middle-aged woman is Molly, the bad girl who lost with Catherine today at the amusement fair. However, at this moment, she has no bad girl temperament - wearing patched old pajamas, red and swollen eyes, Molly cried very sadly.

“…”

I wouldn't have won if I had known it~

Seeing the situation at Molly's house, Ron suddenly understood why Molly became decadent after losing the game, and even Ron's mood became uncomfortable.

A teddy bear is just a pillow for Catherine, and can be happy for several days, but for Molly and her mother in front of her, it may be food that can satisfy her hunger for more than a week.

However, Ron is a cat now. On this cold night, Ron may not be able to give anything except mice.

“…”

Slowly putting down his paws, Ron let his body fall silently on the grass, and walked listlessly towards the Diesel's house - guilt hitting back and forth in his heart, his tail and ears drooped.

Jumping onto the windowsill and closing the window, Ron was nestled in his temporary cat nest, and he didn't sleep all night to comfort him, Molly's crying kept echoing in his ears.

…………

"Dong thong thong thong! Orange, do I look good?"

He didn't sleep well all night, Ron was a little depressed in the morning, and even Catherine picked herself up and asked her to comment on her dressing today was listless.

However, Katherine's dress today is quite strange. In addition to her rustic dress, she also wore a turban on her head, just like the women she played in Western movies.

At Catherine's feet, Ron also saw a small basket full of sausages, fruits, and bread.

"Hey, orange!"

"This is the clothes my grandma wore when she was a child!"

"Why are you dressing like this? Because today I'm going to send a thanksgiving meal!"

Like a flash of lightning, Ron's mind suddenly became cheerful. He stared at the sausage in the small basket and suddenly grinned.

"No! Orange, no!"

"This is for the grandparents and grandmas, you can't eat it!"

Obviously, something was misunderstood, Catherine immediately put the basket behind her - in addition to inviting friends and family reunion on Thanksgiving, there is also a custom that is to send a basket of food to poor families so that they can have a happy Thanksgiving.

Catherine missed a day when delivering food today, but now it is not as good as before. As long as it is during Thanksgiving, no one objected.

"Catherine, we're going to set out!"

Outside the door, Aunt Susan and Grandma were wearing the same clothes as Catherine, holding a basket full of food in her hand, calling.

"Here, come!"

"Orange, stay at home obediently, I'll play with you when I come back."

Instructing Ron, Catherine lifted the basket behind her and walked out the door. Ron on the sofa suddenly rushed forward, opened his mouth and grabbed the sausage in Catherine's bamboo basket, and ran forward with all his might.
Chapter completed!