Chapter 13 Hawaii (13) The Master of Human Training. ...

Chichi rested his chin on his crossed front paws, listened to the rain on the wooden floor, and slept through the night with indescribable feelings.

The air was exceptionally fresh the next day, and the trees and courtyard were washed clean and gleamed.

He hesitated for a moment, shaking off the dampness from his fur, his lingering concern like a small puddle left on the ground.

I made an appointment with 1221 to explore a new world on a street I had never been to before. I deliberately followed the wall all the way, but I didn't jump down when I was supposed to. I got closer to that mysterious courtyard again.

"Just this once," the kitten said to the other before 1221 started yelling. "I'll just take one look at the wall."

1221 said helplessly: "It was agreed that I would just take a look and leave."

"OK."

He hesitated for a moment before finally agreeing, then jumped over the gap between the courtyard walls and stepped onto the wall he had just left yesterday.

The wet stone slabs gleamed, half of them already dried in the sun, without a trace of soil. The seashell the kitten had been longing for all night was nowhere to be found.

It's as if they've never been here before.

There was no one under the tree, no one in the yard, and the bedroom curtains were drawn tightly shut again, this time without even a sliver of a gap to peek through.

Some gifts, once given, are the end of the matter; the giver doesn't need to be concerned about whether the recipient accepts them.

The kitten rallied and followed 1221 on a new hiking adventure.

This time, the destinations were farther away and took longer. Only after exploring all the new places I wanted to visit did I finally return to Elima Street, feeling satisfied, following the familiar roads.

I had expected to be greeted by the water and snacks that Carla usually kept on the veranda, but to my surprise, it was empty, and Mrs. Mailer was not sitting in the rocking chair under the veranda as usual.

The courtyard was quiet, but the interior was much noisier, with occasional clanging and clattering sounds.

Chi Chi and 1221 exchanged a glance. Could there be a thief?

The kitten arched its back and cautiously approached the veranda from the wall. Suddenly, a man appeared in front of the kitchen window. Richie, wearing an ill-fitting apron, was rummaging through drawers and cabinets looking for something.

Relieved, he went through the entrance door to the bedroom to find Mrs. Mailer.

The other person was lying on the bed, wrapped in a thick blanket, with an abnormal redness on their cheeks. Their usually smiling eyes were half-closed, and their breathing was heavy and their lips were dry.

It's obvious that he's sick.

Seemingly hearing the kitten's movement, the other person struggled to open their eyes: "Is...Geona here?"

He slowly approached, touched Mrs. Mailer's hand with his cool, moist nose, and purred it a few times in a comforting tone.

1221 stepped forward and scanned the other person's vital signs: "Temperature 37.8 degrees Celsius, low-grade fever."

During the extended period of time we were away, there was more rain on the island than before, and the temperature difference between day and night was significant. As a result, the old lady who always liked to sit in the yard fell ill.

Where is Kara?

He looked around for a while and saw that the only people in the house were Mrs. Mailer, who was bedridden, and Richie from the kitchen.

"hiss--"

A grumbling cry came from the kitchen; he had probably bumped his head on the corner of the table while bending down to rummage through the cabinets.

He jumped out of bed and rushed to the kitchen. The water in the pot was already boiling, but Richie still hadn't found what to put in. Just as he was getting desperate, Kara called him in a panic.

"I gave her fever-reducing medicine before I left yesterday. Has her temperature gone down, Richie?"

Richie frantically pressed the speakerphone button, his voice louder than usual, filled with rage: "No, no, those antibiotics are useless!"

"The inflammation won't go down so quickly, try physical cooling methods," Kara reassured the other person over the phone, adding, "Remember to wipe her sweat, take her temperature every two hours, and feed her some light, liquid food..."

"Don't say so much at once, I need to take notes!"

Richie scratched his head in frustration: "Damn it! Why did you have to sprain your ankle now of all times—"

"Believe me, Richie, I'm more anxious than you are. After all, every day I rest means a day less pay," Kara said helplessly. "But there's no other way. I can only rely on you for help now. My foot is terribly swollen."

"If the fever doesn't break by tomorrow, we'll take Mrs. Meller to the hospital. Let's give her the medication today and observe her condition."

She slowed down her speech and repeated the important points at a pace the other person could remember.

"knew."

Richie scribbled a few lines of gibberish and slammed the phone down. Without anyone's help, he looked somewhat bewildered and lost. He was usually very healthy and had never experienced a fever that wouldn't go down all day.

While I was on the phone, the water in the pot boiled over and splashed out, making a sizzling sound.

Seeing that the old man was still studying the few lines he had just written, Chichi jumped onto the table and used his paw to turn off the stove switch for him.

Richie finally calmed down and muttered to himself, "I need taro, and coconut milk..."

The kitten led the other person to the refrigerator and helped them find some rice deep in the cupboard. Taro paste is easy to digest, so it was cooked with coconut milk and rice into an easy-to-digest porridge.

The old man was careless with the ingredients, and just as he was about to pour in the whole carton of coconut milk, I quickly meowed to stop him.

Keep all ingredients in appropriate amounts, stir well with a spoon, and wait for the food to be ready.

She glanced at the to-do list written by Richie. It was time to take Mrs. Mailer's temperature. The system could scan the temperature directly, but she couldn't tell Richie that it still had to be done manually by a human.

The kitten ran from the kitchen to the bedroom, picked up the thermometer from the bedside table, returned to the kitchen, and nudged Richie with its paw, signaling him to take its temperature.

The old man was startled at first, but after understanding what the kitten meant, he bent down to take the thermometer and muttered, "It's really become a spirit."

The message was automatically translated as "the other party is praising my intelligence."

The body temperature was the same as the system scan had just given. He stared at Mrs. Mailer's dry lips for a moment, then called out to her. To his surprise, she immediately picked up a glass of water and poured some.

Even 1221 couldn't help but marvel at the kitten: "A master of human training."

No sooner had Richie been praised for his cat-like nature than the glass was smashed on the ground, scattering water and glass shards everywhere.

"......"

Chichi jumped onto the table and pushed the rag to the floor to absorb the moisture.

Richie crouched down to pick up the sharp shards of glass, but then quickly slapped the other person on the head and ran over to knock the broom over.

The old man touched his nose, stopped complaining, and obediently went to get the broom to sweep the floor.

When everything finally settled down, Mrs. Mailer drank some water, and the taro and coconut milk porridge on the stove was ready. Richie helped her up and ate a small half bowl, then fed her the fever reducer that Carla had prepared.

Without the cat reminding me, I prepared a damp towel and wiped the sweat from the other person's head.

With her stomach feeling soothed and her body feeling much more comfortable, Mrs. Mailer finally fell into a deep sleep.

Not only did Richie finally breathe a sigh of relief, but he also relaxed and hurriedly went to clean up the mess he had made in the kitchen.

"I have never seen anyone cook so badly."

Chichi and 1221 followed behind Richie, seeing how much effort he had put into making only a small pot of taro porridge and leaving the stove in a mess. Considering his solitary living environment, they were not surprised by the scene.

Fortunately, the old man had much more patience for this house than for his own, and he cleaned the kitchen and living room while the old lady was asleep.

Despite being clumsy, with the help of the kitten, the final result was not bad; at least the originally clean house was restored to its original state.

Taking care of someone is much more tiring than just doing manual labor. The old man was exhausted and hungry after working hard for half a day, so he finished the rest of the taro and coconut milk porridge.

Chichi hadn't felt hungry at first, but after being infected by the other person, her stomach started growling twice.

While washing the pots and pans, the human noticed a kitten licking its lips near its feet. Only then did the human realize something, casually dried its wet hands on its body, and went over to open the refrigerator.

What do you want to eat?

The old man looked around and finally took out a box of meat and a plate of sliced ​​raw fish, letting Chichi choose for herself.

Being near an island, I often get to eat seafood. After hesitating for a few seconds, I finally chose the red meat on the left.

Seeing that the other party was about to throw a large chunk of raw meat directly at her, the kitten quickly meowed loudly to stop them. It was too wild to tear apart a chunk of meat that was bigger than her head.

Normally, kala is cooked, cut into small pieces, and placed on a small plate.

These operations were still too delicate for Richie, so he hesitated for a moment before jumping onto the kitchen counter, touching the freshly washed cutting board, and indicating that the other person should cut some for him.

After both the cat and the man had filled their bellies, it was time to take Mrs. Mailer's temperature again.

After taking the medicine and sweating profusely, his body temperature finally dropped and remained at around 37 degrees Celsius. Richie reported the current situation to Kara, and the caregiver at home also breathed a sigh of relief.

At least she didn't have to go through the hassle of going to the hospital. She was even more worried about having Richie accompany her to the hospital.

“Well done, Richie, thank you for your hard work.”

Richie was clearly not used to being praised, and gave a rough snort: "You don't have to come back, I think this cat can do the work for you."

"You mean that kitten?"

Remembering the name Meller had been weakly but still uttering, the old man said to Kara, "Call Geona and tell her to come back—"

"There's no need to bring them back."

Mrs. Mailer woke up sometime later, and then slowly jumped to the bedside and licked the other person's hand.

The other person beckoned to Liqi and took the phone: "Geona called a while ago..."

"The children's summer camp isn't over yet, and they still have to work. Don't bother them, I'm fine."

Richie wanted to get angry, but seeing Mrs. Mailer's determined look, he swallowed his anger.

Kara sighed and agreed, "Okay, I'll try not to bother her."

Watching the phone hang up, I felt a little anxious for a long time.

Even when she was in a daze, she was still worried about them. Now they won't let her notify them to come back and visit. She just doesn't understand humans anymore.

If she could make a phone call, she would have relentlessly tried to get Keona back to the island, but unfortunately, Carla and Richie, who could help, respected Mrs. Mailer's decision more, and she had no better option.

However, Chichi realized that Kara and Richie's care alone was far from enough.

She told 1221, "We need to find a way to get Keona back, and the sooner the better."

Her mind raced, her gaze sweeping over the windowsill and the wall...

Suddenly, a brilliant idea struck me.

She can't speak, but the parrot can.

A note from the author:

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