Travis didn't say anything. He walked around the table and stood next to Mason. He looked at the painting on the table. After a while, he went into the bedroom and picked up the sleeping cat.
"Meow," he grabbed Meow's head and pressed it down, "Look, this is the young master's painting of you with salt. If you think this looks like you and is well drawn, you can call out. If you don't call out, he will lose."
"Do you want face?" Mason looked at him.
"Look, Meow," Travis remained unmoved and continued to press Meow's head, "I'll count to five. If you think it looks like you, just call, one, two..."
"Meow~~~" Mason suddenly called out from behind him.
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