If we talk about the city with the most cats in Russia, Kazan may be ranked behind Sochi. But when talking about the most famous cats, people often think of this city.

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Kitahara and Kaede scratched the neck of the Neva-colored Siberian forest cat in their arms, and successfully received a soft purr from the other party and a gentle kiss from the big cat.

What is it like for a cat that bullies bears to sit on top of you and act cute?

...Hmm, does it count as having a strong sense of weight?

The traveler thought about this "heavy" question, then smiled and patted the cat on the head, comforting him: "Okay, I'm going somewhere else. Well, it's useless for you to rub against me. He's so tall.

Why are you still so good at acting like a baby?"

"Miwu~"

The big cat shook its long fur, looked at the human in front of it with its round emerald green eyes, and then put its paws on the shoulders of the person in front of it.

Don’t leave, okay? Meow~

Kitahara Kazuka: "..."

People’s cats are looking at you like this, what else can you do? Are you really embarrassed to leave? Is the Kazan cat in the souvenir shop more important than the real Kazan cat?

The traveler deeply reflected on his previous behavior of wanting to run away, and then continued to pet the cat with a clear conscience under the envious eyes of passers-by.

In order to cope with the cold winter, the Siberian forest cat's long hair feels hard and does not have the soft feel of most pet cats - but it is warm!

Holding such a cat in your arms is like holding a large hand warmer that can be cute and coquettish, and you can put your hand into the long hair. I don’t know how comfortable it is.

"Mao Mao!" The little girl passing by looked at the big cat in the traveler's arms, tugged her mother's hand, and said in a clear and bright voice, "Beautiful big cat!"

"Well, it's a very beautiful cat." The mother gently touched the little girl's head, and then nodded to Kitahara and Feng, looking kind and gentle.

"If you think it's too clingy, just give it a push and it'll know it's leaving." The Russian woman, who had begun to put on weight, seemed to notice the traveler's current embarrassment and couldn't help but smile, "These cats have always been

Very approachable.”

"Thank you. But I don't have much schedule anyway, so I can just play with it for a while." Kitahara and Kaede politely accepted each other's kindness and pinched the tip of the cat's tail in their arms, but the other party nimbly dodged it.

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"Mmm." The big cat narrowed its eyes, patted the traveler's erratic hand with its tail, then slowly changed its position and fell asleep peacefully in the human's arms.

The spots of sunlight fell on the tip of its nose impartially, like a golden butterfly.

Kitahara and Kaede touched each other's back, carefully placed it on the bench next to them, then took out a pencil and drawing board, and drew the scene in front of them:

The big cat is sleeping curled up with its tail propped up. There is also the sun shining lazily on it, making the whole cat seem to be shining.

Is there a nobleman, a ruffian, a lady, a foodie, a tramp, and countless sleepy afternoons living in every cat's body?

Kitahara and Kaede thought this in a funny way. Along with the scratching sound of the pencil lead and the paper, they seemed to feel the drowsy sleepiness.

Spring, after all, is the time to sleep.

Compared with the prosperity of Moscow and St. Petersburg, the city of Kazan gives people more of a soft and tolerant feeling.

It's like a cup of hot tea in winter. You don't even need to drink it. Just holding it in your hands can melt the wind and snow on your family's clothes.

A black and yellow Siberian forest cat stepped on the roof of a shop with an attitude of patrolling its territory, looking down at its territory.

The owner of the shop wasn't angry, and he didn't do anything to chase the cat away. He just sat on the lounge chair outside with a smile and reached out to greet the aloof cat.

"Hey, Mimi. Stop making trouble and come down. There are dried fish for you here!"

The traveler paused a little while drawing, and his eyes were a little subtle.

Good guy, is it true that all cats in the world are called Mimi?

"Aww? Meow?" The big cat twitched its ears, jumped down from the roof lightly, then ran to the boss's side, and rubbed the boss's trouser legs with its plush cat face.

Dried fish? Where can I find dried fish?

"Oh, you greedy cat."

The boss funnyly touched the cat from beginning to end, got up and pulled out a drawer under the display cabinet, took out a small dried fish and threw it towards the other party: "Take it, it's delicious."

"Ah woo~" The big cat picked up the dried fish with quick eyes and hands, swung its tail happily, and then ran away quickly along the street.

The boss looked at it with a smile and sat back on his recliner. There were a row of "Kazan Cat" related trinkets beside him, lying in a ball in the sun in an innocent manner.

It is worth mentioning that most of the cats are in the shape of big, round oranges - maybe the Russian people also favor cats with a physique that is prone to gaining weight?

However, this kind of cat that looks strong and calm, but is actually quite gentle in temperament, is indeed very compatible with Russians.

Thinking of this, Kitahara and Kaede couldn't help but smile, and drew a butterfly with its wings folded on the tip of the big cat's nose in the painting.

"It's a pity that you didn't wake up, otherwise I would give you this painting to use as a mat for the cat's nest." The traveler looked at the cat beside him and said half-jokingly, then stood up and planned to go to this city.

Take a spin or two around the Kremlin.

The Kremlin is the inner city in Russian. Except for Moscow, there are similar places in many Russian cities. Of course, the Kremlin in each city is unique.

If the Kremlin in Kazan has any characteristics, it is probably the buildings with different styles of painting:

Oriental carved balustrades, Western Gothic spiers, elegant Roman stone carvings, crown-like domes... The landmark buildings of the world's three major religions are located in this small Kremlin without disturbing each other, forming a unified

A unique look.

“Let’s take a stroll around the Kremlin first, and then go to the pedestrian street after the sun goes down to look at the statue of the Kazan Cat.”

Kitahara and Kaede yawned under the sun, then packed up their painting tools and planned to leave here and officially start today's trip.

Maybe you can also buy some local specialties...for example, those handicrafts about Kazan cats? After all, they do look cute.

"that……"

At this moment, a hesitant, small voice sounded from beside him: "Excuse me, are you a painter?"

The traveler was stunned for a moment and withdrew his gaze from the Kazan Cat handicrafts on display.

A little boy with beautiful blond hair was standing next to him. He seemed to notice the surprised look in Kitahara and Feng's eyes, and a shy smile appeared on his face.

He was wearing emerald green clothes and trousers, and the golden scarf around his neck was blown high by the blowing wind. His pair of black eyes were as clean as clear crystals.

"Are you a painter?" the boy asked again. He seemed very concerned about this matter.

"No." Beihara and Feng blinked, lowered their heads and looked at the boy, "To be precise, I am a traveler."

"Traveler." The boy repeated the last word again, "Are you traveling?"

"Yeah, I'm traveling. What about you?"

Kitahara Hefeng tilted his head, and he felt a strange sense of familiarity from the child in front of him - so familiar that it was as if he had met him in some distant time.

"I planned to go to Earth before..." the blond boy replied, looking a little disappointed, "But I don't know why, I seem to be lost. This place seems different from the Earth they talk about..."

In the distant universe, inside a newsstand several light years away from the earth.

"The Scythian civilization published the latest cutting-edge report on the understanding of black hole shapes, calling it the remnants of a three-dimensional civilization that entered the fourth dimension. There is already relevant evidence... What kind of mess is this?"

A certain gentleman with a beard put down the newspaper in his hand and complained dissatisfiedly: "Adams, don't tell me that you made up today's news again!"

"I didn't make it up, is it true?"

Mr. Douglas Adams rolled his eyes without being polite at all: "Herbert, please show some respect to me. It's good that I can write something like this to show off. You really think I'm a newspaper seller?"

?”

If you run a newsstand, aren't you selling newspapers?

Frank Herbert curled his lips and folded the newspaper in his hand, indicating that he was too lazy to argue endlessly with the other party about this matter, and asked another question:

"By the way, why haven't you seen Anthony's child these days?"

"He must have gone to Earth." Mr. Adams poured a glass of beer into his own cup and looked like he didn't care much. "Don't worry, that kid is very good at seeing people. He won't be abducted by anyone."

"Oh." Herbert touched his beard with some regret, "Originally, I planned to give him a gift... I mean, you adopted this child back then, but in the end, I didn't even give him a birthday gift.

"

"Who said there wasn't? I just kept him until he was forty-two years old." Adams, who was in the late stages of procrastination, coughed twice, "With this time, you might as well think about what gifts he will bring back in the end."

"Okay, you're right. I actually hope he brings me a cactus or a mushroom." Herbert sighed and looked out of the "glass window" of the newsstand.

This universe still looks so vast and cold, with countless stars emitting cold light in this darkness.

This is the scenery that everyone who comes to the universe has long been accustomed to: no matter how beautiful it looks, the universe has never been a tender existence, but a cold and dead cemetery.

There is a vacuum without any sound, absolute low temperature, ubiquitous radioactive lasers, rocks filled with various dangerous elements, and the distance between the stars is so far that it makes people despair.

Even the death of a planet ends silently in this area.

"Sometimes I miss the earth. At least on earth, I can still hold my cat and take a nap."

Mr. Herbert sighed sadly, took the beer bottle handed over by Adams, and poured himself a glass.

"Oh, then you will go back?"

"Well, forget it, cats are indeed cute. But humans are really troublesome." Herbert shook his head, then raised his glass, "Okay! Let's not talk about this anymore. Let's finally leave today.

Cheers to my little prince, how do you think?"

"Beautiful, this is such a good idea that even Asimov couldn't fault it." Adams raised his eyebrows and raised his wine glass high as well.
Chapter completed!