As they neared their goal, the kitten shuddered. "No! This is wrong! I didn't cook this fish myself. How can I just eat it? This is clearly a shameful act of theft, something unbecoming of my status."

The kitten placed its forelegs beside the fish dish, shook its long whiskers, and looked down at its paws and blue fur.

To be a noble cat, there must be a bottom line. I cannot steal other people's things. Even if I'm starving, I must get permission before I can eat.

But whose fish is this?

This must belong to the owner of this house. But why am I in this house? Does that mean I'm the owner? If I'm the owner, then I'm not stealing food; isn't what I'm eating my own?

Wait a minute, can I even make a fish? Damn it! This seems pretty complicated. Where did my memory go? Why can't I remember anything?

But if I weren't from this family, why would I be sleeping here? So, should I eat here or not?

Neither left nor right is suitable.

The kitten raised its paw in annoyance and lightly slapped its own face with a "plop!"

The smell of fish stimulated his senses, and he felt a bit hungry, but subconsciously, he didn't want to steal food.

"Meow!" The kitten swallowed hard, staring blankly at the fish in the bowl.

"Snap!" The light came on. The kitten turned its head and immediately saw a pretty figure leaning against the doorway.

A pair of captivating eyes, a beautiful face—it felt like we'd known each other for ages.

"Little Prince, you're awake." Wan'er, wearing light green slippers, walked in from the doorway with a somewhat strange posture.

Little Prince? Is she calling me? My name is Little Prince? Hearing Wan'er's affectionate address, the kitten suddenly felt certain, and even more fortunate, that it belonged to this family.

"Little Prince." Wan'er took a few steps to the stove and saw the fish in front of the kitten, still perfectly intact. She said softly, "Are you hungry? This was saved for you. Why haven't you eaten yet? Eat!"

The young lady's voice was so lovely. So it really was for me. Well then, I won't be polite. "Meow!" The little prince meowed gratefully at Wan'er.

"Little Prince, as expected of a noble blue cat. You're quite the gentleman. Eat up, eat up!" Watching the kitten smack its lips, Wan'er reached out and touched the kitten's head with her cool fingertips.

The tender touch dispelled the confusion in the kitten's eyes. It quickly shifted its position, found a comfortable spot, and, right in front of Wan'er, lowered its head, opened its mouth, picked up the fish, and began to eat it in small bites.

"Achoo!" After sneezing, Wan'er picked up a blue cup next to her, poured in some warm water, and placed it against the wall. "If you're thirsty, drink this. This cup is yours from now on..."

It seems she is the owner of this house, and I am her little prince.

"Seeing how energetic you are, I'm relieved. Until we find your original owner, I, as your owner, will have to take good care of you," Wan'er sighed and muttered to herself.

What original owner? You were the first person I saw, and I only recognize you. Hearing Wan'er say this, the kitten became somewhat displeased.

He ate the fish much slower.

"What's wrong? Is it not tasty?" Wan'er's eyes were full of concern, and her cheeks were flushed.

"Meow!" the kitten responded. I couldn't let her worry about me; I should finish the fish properly, because I need to eat well to have the energy.