While Ethan and the others were busy trying to find a way to feed the babies, Little Mia, on the other hand, was facing a problem of her own—her pet, Mimi, was acting strangely.
Mimi kept shaking her butt around her legs, trying to get her attention.
At first, Little Mia thought Mimi was just restless, like the other animals outside, but then the cat suddenly screeched sharply, sounding completely annoyed.
"Meow~ meowwww~ meow!"
'Master, give me that pouch. I want to give it to the little master.'
"What are you doing? Are you webelling too? Mimi, what happened to you? Why are you twying to bite me?"
Little Mia asked in confusion, dodging her pet's persistent attempts to reach her waist.
"Meow~ meow~ meowww~~~!"
'Stop running, master. I just want the pouch.'
But Little Mia couldn't understand her pet's frantic meowing at all. Instead, she thought Mimi was attacking her and ran even faster, trying to escape.
"Grandpa! Help me! Mimi is acting cwazy—she wants to bite me!"
