Fang Ping used to be human, and he still didn't understand how he ended up transmigrating to a Parallel World and becoming an orange cat named Lord.
After arriving, he was adopted by his current Mistress, Zhou Chenchen.
Mistress treated him very well, and their relationship wasn't quite the usual bond between Pet and owner.
Zhou Chenchen saw him more as a friend and gave him great freedom.
While she was at work, he could freely come and go from the house. He even had a house key tied around his neck.
Because Zhou Chenchen had discovered he was smart enough to unlock the door by himself.
While the male and female guests were still giving their opinions, Fang Ping finally moved.
He glanced at the camera again, squinted his eyes, then stood up.
He let out a yawn, scratched his ear with a furry paw, and walked toward the coffee table.
He was getting more and more used to life as a cat, and more accustomed to feline movements.
The male and female experts paused their commentary. Everyone was watching Fang Ping's movements.
The audience was watching closely as well.
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"What's Lord doing by the coffee table?"
"He's probably going to nap on the sofa. It's soft and comfy."
"I think so too. The sunlight's shining right onto the couch. Lying there... ah, even immortals would be jealous of that kind of life!"
"A cat's thoughts are just that simple."
"Big Bro, stop talking—I'm still at work, and now I want to lie down too."
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Fang Ping reached the coffee table, looked at the sofa—but didn't jump on it.
He crouched low, pushed off with his front paws, and leapt onto the table.
This was a simply furnished living room. There weren't many items on the table—just a box of tissues, a glass cup, and a bottle of cold medicine.
Fang Ping ignored the rest. His feline eyes locked onto the bottle of cold medicine.
Zhou Chenchen had forgotten her medicine again.
She'd been taking it for a while now due to a cold.
But clearly, she had rushed off to work this morning and forgot her little bottle.
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"Lord's eyeing that bottle?"
"Go for it! That bottle rolls real nice—super fun!"
"Looks like this cat's finally getting playful, though it might mess up the house!"
"Still better than spacing out earlier. Maybe the house doesn't have toys, so the bottle caught its eye."
"I thought cats liked peace and quiet? Experts, care to explain?"
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The viewers filled the chat with commentary.
The four panelists watched the orange cat's actions but didn't say anything for now—they also wanted to see what it would do next.
Fang Ping quickly made a move. He walked up to the bottle of cold medicine and swiped at it with his paw.
Clatter clatter!
The bottle rolled toward the edge of the coffee table.
As expected!
He treated it like a toy.
One of the experts even raised their pen, preparing to deduct points.
Damaging property at home? Definitely a deduction.
Fang Ping kept his eyes fixed on the bottle.
But just as it was about to fall off the edge of the table, he suddenly leapt forward and pinned it down with his paw.
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"Wait—did Lord realize he made a mistake?"
"No way. Maybe he's not done playing with it yet—probably wants to roll it back."
"Rolling it back and forth like that is pretty fun."
"Wake up, you're not a cat. You're not Lord."
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Viewers kept guessing.
The experts didn't mind—it was typical cat behavior.
Some mischievous cats really did love to play like that.
Just like this orange cat in front of them.
But then—
The next moment!
Everyone fell silent again.
Fang Ping's action surprised them all.
He arched his back and jumped down from the coffee table.
The camera followed Fang Ping's every move.
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"That fast? Lord's bored with the toy already?"
"As expected, cats are the coldest, most heartless creatures in the world."
"You played with me, and now you're done?"
"Big Bro, you're even turning this into a romance drama? Impressive."
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The viewers joked around.
Fang Ping had already trotted to the corner of the room. There sat a small backpack with two little straps.
It looked like it was made just right for a cat to wear.
Fang Ping bit down on the backpack and carried it back to the coffee table.
He placed it under the table, raised a paw, and opened it.
Now everyone was curious—
What was this orange cat trying to do?
The answer came quickly.
Fang Ping jumped back onto the table, lifted a paw, and this time, let the medicine bottle fall off—straight into the backpack.
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"What is he doing? I don't get it."
"He's trying to put the bottle in the bag! This cat's clever!"
"That's amazing. If my cat had even 1% of Lord's brains, I'd laugh myself awake every night!"
"Sigh, this is what people mean by 'other people's cats.' I'm officially in love."
"Wait a sec—Lord doesn't seem to be playing anymore? Then what's next?"
"Experts, we need answers—now!"
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Even the audience wasn't sure anymore.
After all, Fang Ping's behavior didn't match what people normally saw in cats.
Truthfully, the four experts didn't understand it either—but they couldn't just stay silent again. They had dodged the last round of questions.
Song Chenggang cleared his throat and began analyzing:
"Some say cats have the intelligence of a two- or three-year-old child."
"What this cat is doing clearly has purpose. Let's try to guess."
"Lord might be imitating his owner. We know some animals have astonishing mimicry skills."
"That does make sense. It's a Pet Reality Show, after all—how can a Pet win without some tricks?"
"I agree. And this cat's intelligence is clearly not low!"
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The panelists managed to scrape together some plausible explanations—after all, they couldn't just sit there and collect a paycheck.
"Wait, could it be..."
"Is he planning to go out?"
"He has a key on his neck."
Only the female guest, Wang Lan, once again offered a different opinion.
"No way."
"A cat's thoughts aren't that complex."
"He's just copying his owner."
"He probably doesn't even know what he's doing."
The other three experts disagreed.
To be fair, that's how most people would think too.
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"That key on his neck is probably just a toy, right?"
"Cats can open doors. Mine can, too. But using a key? Not possible."
"What if this one can use a key?"
"Stop it. After the founding of the nation, animals were banned from becoming enlightened!"
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The viewers were having a field day with theories and jokes.
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