She looked at Alex strangely, then at Melina. Why were its legs numb? It turned out that these two fools really crouched for a whole day.

Melina was fine.

As a cat, she had the hunting ability and sometimes sat still for half a day or a whole day while waiting for prey. But poor Alex.

When a person relaxes, the muscles in their hands also relax, but when a bird is in a relaxed state, the muscles in its claws are in a tightened state. This means that for birds, holding onto branches or other objects is considered restful, and when they sleep, they hold tightly onto the branch, just like how people feel comfortable lying in bed.

However, standing on a flat windowsill is like standing in military posture all day during military training, and it's no wonder that it feels numb.

Alex shouted in frustration, "Darn it! I really appreciate it! I really admire Melina!"

Although Susie didn't quite understand what game these two were playing, she still brought Alex over to her.

Alex relaxed all over and fell into Susie's palm with a soft smacking sound.

Melina jumped off the windowsill and rubbed against Susie's feet, meowing softly and sweetly, acting spoiled.

Susie asked, "You haven't eaten yet, have you? Grandma Chloe just made cod rice for you, but I haven't seen you yet!"

Melina's ears perked up.

Cod rice?

It immediately ran out.

After squatting all day, it was indeed hungry, and it almost couldn't resist eating Alex.

Alex shakily stood back on its branch, with a blank bird face.

Susie squatted next to it and asked, "Alex, aren't you hungry? Have you eaten anything?"

Alex was still muttering, "Numb, numb!"

It wanted to take it slow.

Seeing that it was trembling constantly, Susie grabbed a small handful of yellow millet and spread it out in her palm for Alex to eat.

Alex pecked at the millet while trembling.

From now on, it would never compare standing in military posture with that dead cat again.

It would fly to the tree and outlast it!

Just as Susie finished feeding Alex, the door knocked, and Paul came in.

"Uncle Jenkins?" Susie asked in confusion, "What's up?"

Paul had taken a shower and changed into home clothes. No one had seen the imprint of a small paper man behind his neck, but it faintly showed.

A green light flickered in his eyes, but quickly disappeared.

Paul held a glass of juice and said warmly, "Grandma Chloe made you juice, and Uncle Jenkins brought it up to you."

He put the juice on the table.