Subject: Li Tao's Interpretation of the Galaxy Group's Sick Cat Incident
OP: Creamy egg yolks used to be my dream. They looked so sweet and soft, a tiny, timid little lump that made me want to protect them. But after watching the video today, I realized how terrifying they are.
According to data released by influential figures on Weibo, the mortality rate of genetically modified cats produced by Galaxy Group is as high as 1.7% each year due to genetic diseases. In other words, if they sell 10,000 cats every year, 170 of them will die in this way.
Many people don't speak up simply because they can get compensation.
Does Galaxy Group spend a lot of its annual public relations budget on this?
To be honest, I love genetically modified cats. Just looking at the photos makes them seem adorable, and they're more affectionate and clingy. While the creamy yolk cat is a dream come true, the new bunny tail series released this year is also super cute. I've always wanted one.
I have a colleague who used to be very picky. Every month she would watch new product ads, hoping to save up money to buy the best-looking cat. But then her grandmother in the countryside passed away, and there was no one to take care of her cat, so she had to bring it home first. It turned out to be an average-looking American Shorthair.
It's an older breed, and I think it was naturally born. It really can't compare to lab-bred ones. My colleague was initially very dismissive of it. But after raising it for a while, she became a complete cat slave. She complained but actually loved it to death. She cooked for it, bought it treats, posted photos on social media, and told me that after having it, she felt that her cat would always be unique.
I never understood her, but after watching this year's competition and the video of the sick cat, I'm really starting to waver.
Regardless of whether those photos are real or not, the data that hundreds or thousands of sick cats die every year is real. Are we being too focused on breeds?
2L: Too long, didn't read, class representative.
3L: Top
4L: I'll be the class representative! Actually, the original poster (OP) explained it quite clearly:
1. Thousands of sick cats die every year. 2. My colleague got an American Shorthair that looked incredibly plain, but he really loved it. 3. Breed doesn't matter; if you raise it well, you can still develop a bond with it.
I agree! I've always felt that way. I also own an American Shorthair. Let me put it this way: if the biological labs at Galaxy Group shifted their focus from how to mutate cat genes, they might have won the Nobel Prize in Medicine last year.
5L: But that's the prevailing attitude. If you raise an American Shorthair, people will look down on you.
6L: Come on... Are cats a tool for you to show off your wealth? If you want to compete, a big gold chain is fine, but cats are living beings, can't you just leave them alone?
7l: The current trend is abnormal.
8l: Wanting to be God is simply a persistent human flaw.
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89l: I want to speak!!!
The breed of cat doesn't matter, natural health is the best!!! Look at Big Black, how handsome and good-looking it is!!! The official website made a solo promotional video for it, go check it out!!! Why are all the people and cats around Z so good-looking? Is it because Z is good-looking too!?
90l: I'm going to check it out.
91l: It's so beautiful!!! The expert team identified its breed and that of its named younger cats. It is said to be a relative of the Chinese Forest Cat, one of the few remaining species in the southwestern mountains and forests. Two hundred years ago, it was the most common local cat on the streets, even more rustic than the American Shorthair!
Back then, many stray cats lived in the city, roaming freely, catching insects and rummaging through trash cans. Later, they were eliminated due to overhunting sparrows... Gradually, there were no more stray cats in the city, according to what a popular blogger said.
92l: It's not just stray cats. Many of these domestic cats are also pets. Quite a few people find them on the street and take them home to raise. There wouldn't be so many problems now.
93l: The more I look at it, the better it looks.
94l: Big Black doesn't look like a mixed-breed cat.
95l: It looks a little bit like them? I can't quite put my finger on it... It seems more perfect than its younger brothers in every way, overall... its appearance is much better. Maybe it's just a naturally beautiful domestic cat!
96l: They are just as fluffy, have the same little paw pads, long tails, and not short legs. Why do people say that mixed-breed cats are not good-looking?
97l: Cats don't think they're ugly; their genes, passed down through long-term natural selection, are a symbol of their health and strength.
98l: The older the breed, the healthier and smarter they are. Clara, who was popular back then and is still popular today, is just a Ragdoll, but she has more intelligence than other laboratory cats.
99l: I'm wondering, in a cat's eyes, are cats that come out of the lab deformed monsters? I... got goosebumps.
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309l: Refers to last year's core journal article "Nature Gene Selection" [web link].
Well said, worth reading.
For those who find this too long to read, here's a summary: With increasing human intervention, laboratory-bred cats and Chinese cats have gradually become distinct species. The former are tools created by humans to satisfy their own fantasies, while the latter are real living beings, having undergone a long period of genetic selection and evolution, and are equal to humans.
Arrogant humans are still complacent, boasting about how good they are to cats, but have you ever respected the lives of cats?
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427l: It's finally erupted. I knew this day would come. This is the umpteenth post on the forum today?
On one hand, they say how good they are to cats, spending a lot of money to buy them the best and most expensive things, ensuring they have no worries about food or drink... Where is this selfless dedication? It's clearly a prison disguised as dedication.
428l: How painful it would be if cats had thoughts!
429l: Reply to ls, you are not a fish, how can you know the joy of fish?
430l: I'm not saying anything more, I'm going to vote for Happy Big Black and his little brothers. It's time for a change of direction in this year's beauty pageant.
431l: Things have changed... Even if the judges lower the scores, Dahei will still be in first place. The final on Friday is voted on by off-site audiences. Do you believe it will cause the entire industry chain to collapse?
432l: I believe it!!! I want to raise a cat like Dahei right now!!! Let it grow however it wants! Smart and lively!!! Does Dahei look for female cats to have kittens? I want to hold your little son, sob sob…
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1067l: Oh my god! Galaxy Group can't hold back anymore! Look at this [web link], they're opening their labs to everyone for a tour!
1068l: Really?
1069l: It should be cleaned up by now, but I still feel something's off.
1070l: As long as the lab doesn't do gory experiments, what's wrong with watching? There are still many people who like cats with unique traits. This is just a normal public relations tactic, right?
1071l: Shareholders of Galaxy Group are relieved... I don't care, I just want this storm to pass! I don't want the stock to fall any further and lose my money! I beg the lab to showcase the cutting-edge technology of Galaxy Group! After all, purebred cats have been doing this for decades, isn't it too late to talk about ethics and morality now!?
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Bei Sining's phone chimed; it was an invitation forwarded by Wen Zheng.
Yesterday, Dahei's final ranking was ninety-eighth, which made him so angry that he left without even saying a proper goodbye to Wenzheng, leaving a distraction hidden in the cat.
The invitation from Galaxy Group was sent to the first 100 cat owners, and the cat owners have reportedly offered explanations.
Because it was getting cold, Wen Zheng bought a heated blanket and laid it on the sofa, then walked around barefoot. Bei Sining knew it was for her, because no matter how constant the temperature in the room was, cats always had the habit of tucking their paws in during the winter.
This human probably thought he was cold.
Bei Sining slumped on the sofa in the basement of Little Yellow Hair's shop, staring blankly at a point invisible in the air.
Three cats lay in his arms, and a group of cats slept at his feet. The cat demons, sprawled out in all sorts of unrestrained sleeping positions, surrounded the great demon, their little bellies exposed because they felt safe.
His legs felt heavy, and he touched them from time to time.
After attending a pet beauty pageant and gaining some understanding of the world, Bei Sining felt more troubled.
He saw many so-called "cat slaves" who treated their own cats even more extravagantly than Wen Zheng did, as if they could get his wholehearted love without asking those stupid cats to do anything.
Some silly cats just walk from one end of the aisle to the other, and their owners stand by, weeping and saying, "My baby has made something of himself..."
At that time, Bei Sining thought that hypocritical people couldn't possibly be without any ulterior motives.
They just don't have pictures on cats.
Some cats are beautiful, allowing their owners to take photos and post them on social media, garnering envious glances from others. Other cats are too stupid, unable to do anything, unable to escape or resist, allowing their owners to derive a sense of dominance. Still others are kept solely to satisfy their owners' need for "social interaction," as if simply owning a cat like everyone else and treating it well guarantees common topics of conversation.
What about Wen Zheng?
What is it for?
Wen Zheng wasn't like these vulgar people. He never felt that fitting in was a given, otherwise he wouldn't have emphasized on social media that he wouldn't keep a cat. He was strong and healthy, and not the kind of person who sought a sense of accomplishment from weaker creatures. As for showing off, he was initially covered in injuries, and Wen Zheng's Weibo posts mostly received ridicule.
Bei Sining's head ached from thinking, yet a glimmer of hope arose in her heart. Perhaps he really was special?
Wen Zheng was mysterious about some things, and he had always refrained from investigating.
I felt a vague unease.
After tilting his head back and dozing off for a while, Bei Sining picked up his phone and found that Wen Zheng had deleted the message. He replied with a question mark, and the other party replied, "Nothing."
Nothing's wrong!? Why did you say you'd treat me but then back out?!
Bei Sining laboriously typed with a pen, saying he saw it and wanted to go! This time, Wen Zheng hesitated for twelve minutes and thirty-eight seconds before replying that he could.
Bei Sining calmed down.
He had originally planned to go to this lab, but he was unhappy about it.
Although in the eyes of the great demon, even the little yellow-haired creatures were considered inferior animals, and would instinctively avoid their own kind when hunting, Bei Sining did not acknowledge this "kin" created by humans.
...And these things actually dared to rank ahead of him!? Get out of here!
"Boss!" Little Yellow Hair hurriedly came downstairs, and the cats surrounding Bei Sining all raised their little heads.
"Galaxy Group is inhuman!" He said, his eyes reddening with grievance. "Isn't their chain building right behind this street? Such a big space isn't enough for them, they actually bought up the whole pedestrian street here! The landlord said he can't rent it to us in another two months, and I have to close down immediately!"
"What!?" "Really?" "What do we do now..."
The cats chattered amongst themselves, then looked at Bei Sining with concern.
“Galaxy Group?” Bei Sining repeated.
"Yeah, it's that Galaxy Group!" the blond-haired guy gritted his teeth.
"..." Bei Sining lowered her eyelashes: "I like this basement."
"Huh?" the blond-haired guy said, "As long as the boss likes it..."
“That’s why I won’t give it to him,” Bei Sining said firmly.
The blond-haired boy sighed, "Boss, you might not understand. Although we are demons, there are too few of us. We don't dare to fight humans head-on... It's only because you came that you taught us a few spells. Otherwise, look, Big Fox is working as a waiter, Qiang is driving an excavator at a construction site, and even the most promising Xiao Bing gets scolded by her manager every day. Once, she didn't sleep for three whole days because of a busy schedule..."
Speaking of the hardships of working in the city, "Even going back to my hometown is not an option. The two years ago, my elders heard that city people were pursuing green food, so they took the elders in my hometown to pick black fungus for a month, dried it, and planned to sell it... But when they opened an online store, they were reported and told that our black fungus had not been tested and could not be sold... We didn't make any money and were even fined. My great-grandfather was so angry that he got sick."
"And then there's the Second Elder, who wasn't giving up. Last year, he brought some wood ear mushrooms down the mountain, saying he was going to get them tested. But he stopped a car on the road, conjured up two gold leaves and tried to pay for them. The other person refused to accept them, so he beat them up and ended up in the police station."
"The Second Elder's golden leaves could only be transformed for three hours. Once he entered the police station, they turned back into stones. The police said he was suspected of fraud and detained him for fifteen days."
"Later, the Second Elder fled and never dared to go down the mountain again..."
Bei Sining: "………………"
He rubbed his forehead, looking exasperated. "Don't all crowd together. Take turns, I want to hear your messages."
After hearing this, Bei Sining had only one thought—even without this Galaxy Group, these dim-witted cat underlings wouldn't have made it big. Bei Sining thought about it and forgave them. After all, they weren't Siming Cats, not true relatives. Distant relatives being a little slow is fine; consider it paying some kind of… "IQ tax"?
“Don’t worry, it won’t move.” Bei Sining said, “Galaxy Group, right? I’ll handle it.”
"!!??" The cats were so shocked that they meowed in a panic.
"Boss, boss, what do we do?"