Type Moon, My servant is Tom Chapter 110

Chapter 115: Butch and Tom's "Reunion"!

"Squeak~" Pushing open the front yard gate of the house named Uryuu, the black cat cautiously looked around inside the yard. There seemed to be no signs of any living beings, and upon seeing this, the black cat immediately revealed a smug smile. Since there was no one here, this would be its kingdom during breakfast time. It could enjoy itself however it pleased!

Looking at the splendid surroundings, there was not only a swing on the right side but also two trees nearby with a red hammock hanging in between. It looked incredibly comfortable, and the black cat's eyes lit up as if it had two light bulbs in them upon seeing the hammock. The moment it noticed the hammock, the black cat made up its mind. After it had eaten its fill, it would take a good nap in that hammock.

"Clap!" With a forceful slam, it violently shut the front yard gate. The black cat carried its lid plate and dashed towards the swing. Once it reached the swing's location, the black cat turned around and positioned its behind on the swing. It tiptoed its feet and lifted its behind slightly, wiggling it before finally plopping down on the swing. Placing the lid plate filled with food on its lap, the black cat rubbed its hands together.

From behind its back, the black cat casually pulled out a piece of cloth and tied it around its neck like a bib. Then, it reached behind once again and produced a pair of knife and fork, as if performing some sort of magical trick. Even though there was nothing behind it, it managed to continuously retrieve three items, as if it possessed a pocket dimension.

Moreover, despite being in such a destitute state that it had to scavenge for food, it still had this sense of refinement. It was quite strange and mysterious. If it were any other down-and-out cat, they would probably just sprawl on the ground and start devouring the food without a care.

With the preparations complete, the black cat couldn't wait any longer and skillfully started using the knife and fork to enjoy its breakfast. Ignoring the fact that it was eating leftovers from someone else's meal and using a lid plate as a makeshift dish, perhaps, at this moment, the black cat eating appeared somewhat elegant.

"Munch munch~~~ *clink* *clink*, *bite* *bite*."

The sounds it made while chewing the food were unlike what one would expect during a meal. Furthermore, as it ate, the black cat even pulled out a newspaper from behind and started reading. The front page headline read, "EUO Super Deluxe Seaside Paradise Opening Tomorrow: Free Admission for the First Week (including food)."

As the black cat read the headline, it started fantasizing about how wonderful the upcoming week would be. When that amusement park opened, it absolutely had to go and enjoy the freebies. If it missed out on this opportunity to freeload, it would regret it for the rest of its life!

Meanwhile, inside the house, Tom, upon hearing the sound of the door slamming, decided to step out and see what was going on. "Click," "Squeak." Turning the doorknob, Tom gently pushed open the door. Just a few steps outside, he spotted a filthy black cat eating garbage at the swing on the left side. At the sight of the black cat, Tom was instantly shocked, his limbs stiffened, and he launched about twenty centimeters into the air. His mouth opened, and his tongue extended, producing a loud gasping sound, "Eh~ Errrrr!!!"

However, this moment of suspension didn't last long because Tom wasn't feeling scared, just stunned. He recognized this cat, very well indeed. Even if Butch, one of the legendary stray cat trio, were burnt to a crisp, Tom would still recognize him at a glance. Seeing Butch rummaging through their own yard's garbage, Tom decided to intervene and put a stop to his behavior.

Not only was this guy scavenging through trash, but his table manners were incredibly unsightly. Bones from leftover food were strewn all over the place. If their owner were to see this, based on the reactions of the previous female owners in similar situations, there was a high probability that their owner would think Tom was responsible. And then, Tom would most likely get punished!

Thinking about this, Tom decisively strode towards Butch's direction with an imposing demeanor. Butch, on the other hand, who was enjoying his so-called "delicacy," remained oblivious to Tom's presence. He continued eating on the swing, glancing at the newspaper from time to time.

Just when he had focused all his attention on the newspaper, suddenly, a shadow loomed over him, obscuring the newspaper and making it completely black. "Who's there! Blocking the sun!" Butch abruptly lifted his head, wearing an unhappy expression as he shouted at the figure in front of him.

In that moment of raising his head, Butch finally noticed that it wasn't just any cat in front of him—it was Tom, one of his fox and dog friends. At this moment, Tom stood with his hands on his hips, in a slightly annoyed manner, glaring at him.

"Ah, Tom, it's really been a long time!" Upon seeing his good friend, Butch burst into laughter, placing the lid plate on his lap and holding onto Tom's upper arms with both hands, expressing his delight.

"Tom, the last time I saw you was ages ago!"

Tom felt a bit embarrassed by Butch's reaction, as he had come with the intention of confronting him but now felt hesitant. After all, he didn't want to be confrontational. However, just as Tom was contemplating finding a reason to quickly send Butch away, he suddenly felt Butch's hands, which were gripping his upper arms, moving erratically. Tom glanced down and immediately his expression turned dark.

Seriously, this Spike of a Butch was using his body to wipe his hands?! Realizing that this guy wasn't here for a friendly reunion but rather using the reunion as a ploy to divert his attention and then wipe the filthy water from his hands, which got contaminated from rummaging through garbage, on Tom's fur, Tom got furious!

"Hah!" Tom swung his arms apart, throwing off Butch's hands. At the same time, a loud shout, not originating from Tom himself but seemingly dubbed in, could be heard.

Seeing Tom suddenly explode, Butch pretended to know nothing and asked, "Huh? Tom, what are you doing, Tom?"

Tom didn't respond to Butch's intentionally oblivious question. Instead, he pinched his left index finger with his right hand and pulled forcefully.

"Pop!" Along with the sound resembling a suction cup being pulled off, the white glove on Tom's left hand was yanked off, revealing the hand underneath... well, it was exactly the same as the hand with the glove on.

Then, with elegance, Tom gripped the glove in his right hand and used the gloved left hand to deliver a slap to Butch's face. "Smack!!!"